Emotional to say the least....

Yesterday was the day from Hades for me. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed (it's funny because I actually did get out on Jesse's side). I was grumpy the entire day. I had so many things to do -- fun things, decorating and fixing things -- things I like doing! But I couldn't shake the grumpiness. At the hardware store the lady behind the counter said to me, "I was going to ask if you needed help but it looked like you knew what you were doing." Really, I think I just had "STAY AWAY FROM ME OR I WILL CHEW YOU TO PIECES" written on my forehead and she feared for her life. :)

When Jesse got home from work we went to Walmart so I could buy some glitter for a project. Glitter always makes me happy. Just like saying "confetti" -- it just makes me smile! We also bought a vinyl sticker thing of a tree for the baby room. Here's a picture!

Looks cute in the room. We still need to get furniture, but it's painted, I installed the blinds and we're starting to buy little things here and there. We're excited for our little one to come! 

Back to my bad day.... I cried multiple times for no reason whatsoever! This has been my first dose of sobbing hormones my entire pregnancy. Jesse has never seen me sob until yesterday. Of course he has seen me cry, but never like this I don't think. I was doing the dishes and he was trying to help, trying to take over but I was determined to be grumpy and do it myself. Then he came and gave me a hug and that's when I let go and cried my eyes out... I kept saying, "Nothing is even wrong!" between sobs. He was, as ever, gentle and kind trying to soothe me. I just love him so much. I was still sad/grumpy the rest of the day/night. But today is looking better.

I'm finally going to finish putting my craft room together (hopefully), finish the bathroom and clean our bedroom. It's funny how when I concentrate on one room, the other rooms in the house suffer. Oh and I swear this house generates dirt. I will clean and scrub and a couple hours later it's dirty again. The joys of owning an old house. I often think, "We don't even have a baby yet and I still can't keep up with the mess!" Ok, our house is not messy at all, it's just disorganized and seems chaotic which I call messy.