I can handle the sore hips, I can handle the heartburn... hell, I can even handle the insomnia.
What I'm having a really hard time with is my emotions. There are times when I just can't explain to Colin why I break down and cry all of the sudden. I feel so bad for him because I know he just wants to help but I just can't stop the tears.
Last night I started crying right after we put Robbie to bed (at 8:30) and I decided to go to bed too because I didn't sleep well the night before. Well I ended up sleeping from 9-6:30.... great, right?! NOPE. I don't think I should have gone to bed crying because I think that relayed into my dreams. I dreamt (damn it, here come the tears again) that Robbie and I were in a sky rise building that came crashing down. We lost each other in the mayhem of people pushing and shoving while trying to get out... I got out, my baby didn't. How could I produce such a horrible thought? Why is my body doing this to me?! I don't want to even think about something like that happening, let alone visualizing it.
Of course, I woke up in tears asking Colin for a hug. Poor Colin, I go to bed crying and wake up crying.
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