So, pregnancy hit me HARD last night.

I just recently discovered that the pressure I’ve been feeling in my lower tummy is actually my little one moving around. (Thanks to the moms on here for help with that!)

Well, I was laying in my bed while my fiancé was out in the garage moving things around and cleaning up. That’s when my baby apparently decided it was going to start learning how to survive in a mosh pit. (I used to be emo and go to metal shows as a teen and listened to a couple throwback songs yesterday so, I’m going with this explanation 😂)

Anyway, it hurt like hell. So I started crying. Mostly because having a little human inside of me that moves all on its own is freaking me out at the moment. Not used to it.

I cried for about an hour, I just could not stop crying. I’d calm down only to feel it move again and start balling my eyes out all over again. I tried to text and call my fiancé but, he wasn’t paying attention to his phone. Even our pit bull started crying and trying to get his attention!

Finally, he came in there and calmed me down. Reminded me that our baby is probably moving a lot because I’m upset, therefore it’s upset.

When I gathered myself enough to leave the room, some friends showed up to hang out. I’m an introvert and I also don’t handle emotions well so, I was pretty much trying to not have a panic attack in front of them. That’s when my fiancé said one word that triggers my PTSD that he had forgotten about (it’s not a word often said so, understandable). I ran. Went back to the room and cried some more.

Now, I’m embarrassed as hell but I also don’t want to be alone. So, I go to the bathroom to fix my face before heading back out there.

I noticed my cat doing something I didn’t want him to do, so I tried to pick him up and bring him into the bathroom with me to distract him. Apparently, he was very focused on what he was doing and I scared the shit out of him. He freaked out in my arms and somehow managed to scratch up both my arms and a leg, even took a tiny bit of skin off of one of my tattoos. 😒

I yelled, equally scared as him and now in pain. I just stand there crying as I hear my fiancé burst through the garage door and start searching for me. Apparently, they all heard me over music and loud conversation. He helps me get hydrogen peroxide on everything and puts the cat away in our room.

I go outside with everyone and look at them like, my cat just attacked me and I’m a complete mess tonight. I am so sorry.

We hang out for a tiny bit longer and then my fiancé and I eat a quick dinner that requires me being nowhere near a stove, and head to bed.

I then lay there awake all night. Again. This time, not kept awake by his snoring. I’m kept awake because he’s not snoring and now it’s too quiet.

I just can’t win😂

Also, should I call my OB about the cat scratches? I know some moms on here have been concerned before about cat scratches and I’m just not familiar with why. Thank you!