The tears will literally. Not. Stop. Coming.

You know how you straight up ugly cry every time you watch an episode of This is Us? That is my life. ALL. THE. TIME (so why I torture myself watching it every week is borderline insanity). pregnancy hormones this go around (growing my second tiny human) are out of control. Everything my toddler does leaves me hugging him for dear life while I ugly cry internally- can’t scare the poor little bean with all the face liquid. I seriously just CAN’T read ANY news lest an article of an ailing child pop up because even the title of the article will make me LOSE MY SHIT. Not to mention I’m still all sorts of nauseous, and trying to swallow down tears makes my stomach want to jump through my throat and punch me in the face. So. There’s that. My husband is the most amazing human but when I cry he suddenly forgets how to communicate with me and tries oh so swiftly (and ineffectively might I add) to blend into the nearest wall 🤔 I get it. I’m irrational. But I’m also sharing my body with another person- aka two hearts in one bod, aka my bod is pure awesome, aka WE ARE TIMELORDS all you Dr. Who fans out there. So here I am venting to all the lovely mamas who can actually empathize. Long story short. Tears are plenty. pregnancy is an insane journey. Babies are miraculous. Also. I miss pooping.