Mealtime Frustrations

Okay, so before I get to my rants, just thought I'd tell you something Samantha said to me today. She doesn't know that I'm pregnant, but said, "Mom, when is Heavenly Father going to put a baby in our tummy?" She has no idea that there's one in there already. Then later she said, "Mom, when Heavenly Father puts a baby in your tummy, it should be a boy.....no, two boys." Cute stuff.

Now for the rants. When I was pregnant with Alison, I really struggled with pregnancy-related hormonal depression and mood swings. I snapped easily, yelled a lot, and cried most of everyday. Except for my third trimester--I was huge, but happy. I went to counseling and that really helped. Poor Samantha suffered the most during my hormonal swings and I prayed often that Heavenly Father would help her through it all and then help her forget. Well, it's begun again. I'm crying a lot, losing my temper too easily, yelling about everything, and just plain ol' falling apart. Tonight at dinnertime, I was fed up with my picky kids. I have a cold and don't feel well, but still made dinner. They wouldn't eat it and I was really getting frustrated. I eventually blew my top, angrily put Alison in her crib, yelled at Sam saying she better eat her food, and then I put my shoes on and drove away...probably a bit faster than I should. (But my street is a rural road and most people drive faster than I did, so who cares. Plus we're the only one's with kids and they were both inside.) I went to Target and then Barnes & Noble. I stayed out for a few hours and eventually called a friend to vent and cry. I'm so grateful to my two friends who know I'm pregnant. I love you gals! Thanks for helping me through this! Please believe when I say....I really am excited about being pregnant...just don't like how it makes me feel.