Sure, you already knew I was crazy. I’ve taken it to new heights since last week though. It all started when I saw Mark Ruffalo on the cover of a magazine in my doctor’s office.
Right away, I told my husband that I’m smuggling it outta there. Since my extreme morning sickness has been practically non-stop, I thought I would give myself a laugh and place Mark’s pic in different spots during our move from California to Maine.
It takes my mind off the rough time I’ve been having with this little peanut.
This move to Maine has been really difficult but I’m also VERY hormonal so I’m sure in reality it’s not as horrid as I feel it is.
It seems like everything that could go wrong has though. On top of that, I’ve come down with a nasty cold and can’t take anything so please take a big shot of Nyquil for me.
Chug, chug, chug!!
P.S. My doctor switched my anti-depressant to Zoloft which she doesn’t want me to start taking for another 5-6 weeks. I know it will all be worth it in the end when I hold the little peanut in my arms but right now, I feel like an angsty 12 year-old.
Next thing you know, I’ll be wearing dark clothes with smeared, black eyeliner as I tweet lyrics from The Cure.
It has me struggling so much. I went from being on Lexapro and the the occassional anti-anxiety med to nothing at all. Such a shock to the system.
Also, I feel so pregnant and it’s still early on. I’m much more emotional this time around. I lost it this morning and couldn’t stop crying because I couldn’t find my sunglasses. Omfg! Really, me? REALLY?! On top of that, I’m so jet lagged.
So let’s have a BIG GROUP HUG! Ahhh, that’s better!
Now, I give you the Mark Ruffalo collection. Or as my husband called him the other night… Mark GIRAFFEalo. Really, hubby? REALLY?!! Have I taught him nothing in the last 18 years?!
*Why, Cypress Hill, of course!