Today I totally had a breakdown. There have been a lot of changes at my job lately, and my workload has just officially gotten insane, to the point where I really don't think I can handle it all, and on top of that we just signed a contract on an apartment, and so we're starting the insane mortgage and coop board application process. Plus, there is a ton of baby shit we have to do that I haven't even thought about--figuring out what we need, registering for stuff, sorting out the daycare situation, taking childbirth prep classes, etc.--and I really haven't had time to deal with any of it because of my job.

So today, when I logged in (on Sunday) to do about an hour of work, then realized it was actually going to be more like three hours of work, I just lost it. I totally broke down sobbing like Nancy Kerrigan (to paraphrase Eric Cartman).

My husband forced me to step away from the laptop and take a ten-minute break, then rubbed my back while I blubbered about how stressed out I am. I do love that man. (But I'm never going to call him "DH." Apparently this is an acronym women use on message boards, as I discovered during my brief and ill-fated foray into pregnancy message boards. I guess it stands for "dear husband." Barf.)

This week is going to be insanely busy, and includes the dreaded glucose tolerance test. So there's something to look forward to.

 Anyway. Yeah. Shit is stressful, and my hormones are not helping. But I made a big comfort food dinner tonight to make myself feel better. Chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes and gravy. It was goddamned delicious, if I do say so myself. And here's hoping tomorrow will be better.