Hormones Wreaking Havoc

So, I haven't written much about the experience of being pregnant. Lucky for me, there's usually not much to write about - I don't experience nausea, I don't really get too many aches and pains, and--especially with baby #2--I have to keep reminding myself that I am indeed pregnant and maybe I shouldn't climb up that ladder... or whatever. I know I'm one of the lucky ones.

But in the last week I've been an emotional mess. It probably has something to do with the fact that I'm in the middle of a show, and we have had only two nights off in three weeks, I hadn't seen much of either Andy or Maren, and work was also hectic. Not to mention that we're two weeks from Christmas and I haven't had time to do the usual stuff that I LOVE: wrapping presents, hanging out in the decorated living room in front of the fire, shopping for gifts, and putting together thoughtful little things for those I love. I haven't talked with friends in weeks. So, I'm a bit raw. I went to sleep the other night saying to myself, over and over, "There's no time... there's no time..." I woke up, and the first thing that ran through my mind was "There's no time, there's no time..." Manic, huh?

Wednesday morning (the morning I woke up repeating to myself, "there's no time, there's no time") I flipped out when I couldn't find part of my costume. I bawled my eyes out. There was a reason to be frustrated or concerned, but bawling? Not really a reasonable response. (Especially when I had just left it in the green room at the theater.)

So today when I heard the song about the little boy in a shoe store who wants to buy this perfect pair of shoes on Christmas Eve for his mom cause she's really sick, and so she can be wearing them before his "momma meets Jesus tonight," I lost it.

The hormones are wreaking havoc.