Wake up, happy.

Brush my teeth, happy.

Shower and think, happy and pensive.

Get dressed, begin to cry.

Style hair, continue crying.

Look at husband, smile and feel happy.

Watch as dog wipes out while trying to jump on the bed, laugh hysterically then begin to cry. Keep crying because you are an awful doggy mom for laughing at him. I mean he could’ve broken his neck and have died and your whole year would be ruined. Who laughs like that….

See that husband is laughing and join him in laughing hhysterically.

Get in car and realize you have to head into work, begin crying again.

Such is a typical hormonal cycle… I truly do feel bad for my husband. 

– Peace, Love and Baby Bumps