It's my baby and I'll cry if I want too...

So, hormones. I got 'em. Lots of them if anyone needs a few more of their own. I'm willing to give these things away. So far I've practically been bragging about how I've basically had no symptoms of pregnancy (seriously...if it wasn't for the first ultrasound and my tightening pants, I would seriously wonder if I was actually having a baby or if it was just all the cookies I've eaten). Well, that's all starting to change.

Let's look back to last Thursday...work was nuts. Went straight from the office to Sun Prairie to go look at about 8 houses for almost 5 hours. Mind you, this is five hours of me not eating, not peeing and on my feet...I'm basically a giant ball of sunshine by the time we're done. I'm starving, we're standing in the grocery store and I decide that the only thing I can even conceive of eating at that point is a grilled ham and cheese sandwich. It sounds quite delicious. We grab some ham and Swiss cheese and we're set.

So, we get home and I start cooking...luckily Ben has exactly the right amount of bread left for our two sandwiches. Well, the right amount of bread if I could actually make grilled ham and cheese sandwiches without burning the crap out of them. Between the smell of burnt toast, being tired and hungry and all those damn hormones, I'm left crying holding up two non-edible sandwiches in the kitchen at 10pm....and Ben holding his camera. (I'm not including those pictures by the way!)

Next day...get back home from our walk around the neighborhood, make some dinner, turn on the TV show Scrubs, which has become one of my favs over the past few months. That show is incredibly funny. Well, not on Friday. I have no idea what the show was about (I think it was maybe something to do with a Broadway musical scene?) but when Ben came back into the living room after being gone literally two minutes, I was balling once again. Over Scrubs. A COMEDY!

And finally, Saturday. It's gorgeous out...an awesome Spring day. Perfect day to go to Macy's and go shopping...and possibly stop by the Ben and Jerry's at Hilldale. Except Ben and Jerry's was closed. In the middle of the day. A Saturday at a mall. Hmmm...okay, no tears over that but not happy. My reason for going to Macy's was to finally break down and buy some new bras since I now do not fit in anything that even resembles a 'normal' bra size. I've officially graduated to the 'giant' size. Awesome. Well, turns out, 'giant size' and 'cute' do not mesh well together. or at all, actually. No, I find out that I will be sporting the lovely boulder holder look from now on. That in turn leads to me looking at the maternity clothes and realizing that everything cute is NOT in the maternity section, but over in the Anne Klein/DKNY/Nine West side...again, VERY FAR from the maternity side. Tears. More tears.

But then, Ben shows up and hands me a little package of chocolate covered strawberries. I felt a whole lot better all of a sudden.