Oh boy, and did I ever. I'm talking, shoulders shaking, staggered breath- taking, wailing type of crying. That was Saturday night.
What happened? It really started out quite innocently. DH and I finally sat down to plan out our itinerary for our upcoming SF trip and I picked a fight. I was upset when I felt that he wasn't more 'excited' about the trip and in a matter of moments, that turned into a full blown - "it's going to be the LAST trip just US TWO, FOREVER!" - queue sobbing and hysterical crying for the next half an hour.
I don't know what came over me - well, I know it's hormones but seriously there was NO STOPPING IT. I tried to breathe, drink water, but the tears just coming - the feelings of this is THE END of DH and me, and that future trips will never ever be the same. And why wasn't DH as upset as I was? How come he seems so 'cool' with the fact that we'll never be the same?
I am elated to be pregnant and estastic to start a family - so what gives?
I calmed down eventually - and by the time I woke up the next morning, all fresh and glowy, it was like it never happened. I looked over at DH who looked unsure of which 'wifey' was sleeping beside him, and what mood she was in now. But a quick hug and a kiss signaled to him I'm back.
But for how long?