Yesterday I had my first epic pregnancy meltdown. I laid in our bed and cried. I even called the baby stupid. What's wrong with me? If I were thinking clearly I know that none of the things I've gotten upset about are worth getting upset about. But alas, my hormones are raging and I'm very nauseous and I just wanted to pout like a 3-year old.
William patted me on the shoulder... probably all with a huge smile on his face. He definitely recognized the "bipolar" meltdown as he called it.
Peyton
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