I'm not a crier. It is plain and simple. I don't cry in front of people because I feel awkward and uncomfortable, especially if it is a sad cry. My husband and I have been together for nearly nine years and he can probably count on one hand how many times I have actually boo-hooed. 

Then there was Friday night. I was exhausted and overwhelmed with housework and the idea of cooking. All my little pregnant body needed was a nap. No nap for me though; not when there are groceries to buy and put away and then supper to cook. By the time it was bedtime I was exhausted. So I cried. 

Seriously who cries like a three year old just because they are tired? Apparently pregnant women do as that is exactly what I did. Three seconds into the tears over flowing I started laughing at myself for crying then the harder I cried, the harder I laughed. I blame the pregnancy hormones and I partly blame my dear-sweet husband who "forgot" to put his dirty dishes in the dishwasher that night and it irked me. It irked me a lot. Damn those dirty dishes. Will someone please invent a dishwasher that not only washes and dries, but also puts the dishes away after? Thank you.

I haven't had another one of the pregnancy-hormonal breakdowns. However, I highly doubt that was the last one. Chances are my dear-sweet husband will forget to put his dishes in the dishwasher again. Cue the tears. 


Did you have random crying episodes?
Sasha