Oh Mama, these mood swings!

Good grief I'm getting tired of being pregnant. I feel like one big giant sized ball of hormones. I am two days away from being 37 weeks pregnant, and starting to hope that maybe I'll be one of those women who have really healthy and happy babies at 37 weeks.

Yesterday, my husband and I trekked up the suburban speedway, also known as 400, to Buckhead. I have been determined to get some good socks for labor, and I decided that Old Navy would be a good place to look. While we could have gone to Atlantic Station for Old Navy, I'm basically not motivated to deal with all that business. Atlantic Station is OK for me most of the time, but that Old Navy is too much.

So anyways, we were at Old Navy, where I found heavenly chenille socks, and heavenly fleece pants. As we left, I asked my husband if we could stop into DSW so I could check for some shoes, maybe some I could wear to our fancy office Christmas party on Friday. In usual Justin manner, he stuck out his jaw with a deep sigh, and said "No shoes are going to fit you right now. What is the point?" and I immediately got the chin shake. You know, the one where you know you are about to cry in public, and since I am already attracting stares with my gigantic belly, I was doubly mortified. I hurried through the parking lot, past the Buckhead Mercedes and Saabs that were taking up the area in front of Toys 'R Us and tried to not think about my cankles.

I cried the whole way home, Justin driving in shocked silence. I tried to explain why I was upset, and that I wasn't mad at him, but my dang nose wouldn't stop running, and I never got any of it out. I even had to collapse dramatically on the bed at home and cry a little more. That's how it goes lately. Up and down.