6 month blues

The beginning of week 24 started with some great energy. I could finally stay up, cook, clean and feel excited about my work and projects. I even got a great start on 2 projects I've been meaning to start for at least a year! I was feeling good, I was myself again!

But hormones my friend are a biatch! Them together with too much time alone in a house can take you to dark places. I've been nesting like a mother and making the place nice, staying on top of shores and to do's lists and then... Yesterday was Friday. My favorite day of the week. The day I'm relaxed in view of a weekend to take it easy and let Ed do the daddy thing. Fridays I am OK if Mr L doesn't eat his oatmeal and decides to snack all day long milk in hand and 5 stuffed "friends" following us to every room in the house. Fridays we can have cake and watch Winnie the Pooh.
But even though our day was pretty good, at the end of it my fuel was running low. So when Ed had to stay late at work my exhaustion took over and my preggo brain went at it, bringing all fears of a tough future with 2 kids to the present. I cried a bit and I slowed down, being able to just sit in bed and read to Liam until it was time to put him to bed which came late since he had a late nap.

I really dislike how hormones can take over and make you feel like a different person. You say and do the wrong things and just feel so sad, no happy solutions in sight.

Good thing is I usually hold on to that for a day and no more. Saturday we went to the hospital tour and we were all very happy and excited seeing how awesome it all was. We got to see two newborn babies and that brought such a great feeling that the fears went back to fear land and left me for now.