They say pregnant women are crazy with a capital C. One minute all sweetness and sugar, the next ready to rip your head off with the only thing handy (which happens to be a pencil sharpener).
I don't think that this is necessarily true.
I don't fly off the handle any more than I used to. (They gave me medicine for that!)
I do cry a lot more. At the most random times. It feels a lot like depression to me.
I have a hard time getting out of my funk once I get in them.
Even ducks don't make me laugh... at least right away.
Speaking of ducks....
We are naming our son Drake.
Which means... uhm... DUCK.
My dog has a giant rubber green duck that he plays with and we call it Duck Duck.
Now we've started teasing, calling it Drake Drake.
See what I mean? One minute I'm talking depression, the next I'm giggling over ducks.
Ah, I'm just going to go lay down for a bit. And dream about ducks. While Max eats the face off of his.