So, I had my first emotional breakdown this weekend. It was pretty funny because it was so stupid...
First, on Saturday night, Sean was doing laundry. He pulled one of my new maternity shirts out of the dryer and one of the ties had gotten caught in the dryer and ripped off. This was the second one. Of course, I was upset because I only have like 6 shirts that I can wear and the 2 that got messed up were my favorites. I didn't cry, but I came very close. I just threw the rest of my laundry on the table without folding it and laid back down on the couch. In my defense, my wardrobe is still very small in the maternity clothes department and the clothes are expensive!
On Sunday morning, I woke up with a headache. I made myself a bagel and some eggs and then of course threw that up. My 5 good days back at week 15 lasted just that long. 5 days without throwing up and now I'm back to daily. I just couldn't take it anymore. I'm just so tired of being sick and tired. I cried for about 5 minutes until the dog felt sorry for me and started licking my face.
For me, it's just so weird. I'm definitely not a crier. I just have to remind myself that it's the hormones :) Isn't pregnancy fun!