Rollercoaster of Love

Apparently I never had PMS before I got pregnant.

I thought I did, but evidently me thought wrong because the surge of emotions I felt for my first visit from Aunt Flo post baby was horrifying. I didn't connect the dots completely until I was driving home from the grocery store, with Mila in the back seat, and started to get inexplicable road rage. I was white knuckling the wheel and flipping the bird to anyone and everyone that would look at it. Wondering why I was so infuriated, I got home and saw on the counter my birth control pills with the row of whities being the only ones left. It was an ah ha moment, and I warned Chris that he should stay away from me for a few days - I wasn't in the mood for shenanigans. Did he listen? No. Is our screen door now broken? Yes. Later that night, I thought I was having contractions again - waking up in the middle of the night panicking that there was a late twin stuck in there or something. Apparently I had never really experienced cramps before either.

Is this the body I will be stuck with now? Once a month not only will I be sagging, drooping and scarred, but now I can look forward to crampy and cranky as well?

They say every pregnancy is different and every woman has a different experience, why does it have to be my experience both pre and post partum to be a raving lunatic? If you ask Chris he'll say it has nothing to do with the baby, but if you ask me I'll say Chris is an expletive. So looking forward to that row of pink pills!