Hi, I'm Wendy and I'm 39 weeks pregnant, having contractions regularly for the past week, and not sleeping more than a couple hours each night.
And I just had a breakdown over a slushie.
It's not to be confused with the time I had a breakdown because Ryan said that a shirt would fit me perfectly now because it's 2XL.
Or that time I was so exhausted I just sobbed because I had to take the boys to the grocery store with me alone.
Or that time we watched The Wire, and I realized where exactly Wallace was.
To say that I've been a little emotionally on edge throughout this pregnancy might be an understatement. While I'm sure I was the same way with the boys, I am positive that I absolutely bat-shit insane right now.
I am Ron Burgandy in the middle of his glass case of emotion.