Pregnancy hormones are crazy things. They do strange and (usually) unpleasant things to a person. They make parts of your body hurt that really don't need to be sore. They make other parts grow and puff your fingers. They also do strange things to your digestion, and even heighten your sense of smell. All of which I have experienced over the last 20-ish weeks.
But their most nefarious job is to wreak havoc with your emotions. Thus far, I've somehow managed to outwit and outlast this evil plan of pregnancy hormones. At least, until this week. Somehow, somewhere in the last week, I've lost the battle with those pesky no-gooders and they have made things rather unpredictable (I think that's the polite word for it).
Yesterday, I went to the gym (for about the third time this year). When I got off the machine, I very nearly burst into tears. Now, admittedly, my body has NEVER heard of exercise-induced endorphins, but seriously, this is ridiculous! Nothing to set me off, just the joy of removing myself from the stationary bike. I wasn't watching a sad movie, I honestly think that the only logical explanation is that my body (and emotions) have been taken over by an unfriendly alien.
I guess my only hope is that these horrible little critters have gotten their fill and will soon leave me alone. I'm not sure I can take much more of this. Besides, I'm a girl, I can mess up my emotions enough on my own, thank you very much.
