Call me Mrs. Planters

My peanut has turned me into a nutcase (haha). Mommy-to-be has officially turned into an emotional wacko. One minute I'm happy, the next I'm so pissed off at something (anything really) that you better watch out, and the next minute I'm crying like a baby. I'll cry at anything. Seriously. Anything.

Case in point -- Jon is in India for two weeks (justified crying there) and I wanted to make him lasagna as his last meal here (his favorite food). There is one pasta sauce that he really likes and the store was out. No big deal, right? Right. Unless you're pregnant. And then, logically, the missing pasta sauce naturally results in a sobbing fit in the grocery aisle. Followed quickly by wanting to rip off the head of the next person who stops and asks, "Are you okay?" DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M OKAY?! CAN'T YOU SEE MY HUSBAND'S FAVORITE PASTA SAUCE IS NOT HERE!?! Some people just don't get it. :)

My brother-in-law may also be wondering if I might be losing it. He called at 11 pm on Saturday night to tell me that Jon, who had just arrived at his hotel in India, was on the computer, trying to message me. Since he couldn't get me, he messaged Jeremy and asked him to call me. Again, that wouldn't be a problem, except for some insane reason I had just watched the last 10 minutes of the movie The Perfect Storm on tv. The 10 minutes where the crew dies, the main guy they've been focusing on drowns and you hear him profess his love to his girlfriend back home, the funeral takes place, and the girlfriend thinks she hears her dead boyfriend telling her he loves her at night. I knew all this was coming (seen the movie before) and watched anyway! I was sobbing like a wus-cake, sure that Jon was dead, when Jeremy called. The conversation went something like this, with thoughts and additional sounds in ():

Me: Hello? (blub blub, sniff)
Jer: Hi, is this Missy? (It can't really be her; she's not usually sobbing when she answers the phone)
Me: Sniff, blub yes blub (This isn't Jon. Why isn't this Jon!? He must be dead!)
Jer: Jon wants me to tell you to get on your computer (My sister-in-law is a wacko; I better get off the phone before something else weird happens)
Me: Oh-sniff-kay (He's not dead! -- cause for more blubby sounds)
Jer: Ooookay then (Is she a danger to herself? Should I have her committed right now or wait for Jon to get home? I really better get off the phone.)
Me: Sniff, thanks, sniff. Bye. (Get off the phone and get up stairs! Your bunner is on the computer!)

Anyway, I haven't cried as much in the last year as I did in the last 4 days. Some of it justified (Jon leaving, then thinking he was dead, then him not being dead) and some not (i.e. the pasta sauce, and there might have been a pickle incident at work as well, but you didn’t hear that from me). :) This emotional roller coaster is something that I'm ready to get off of right now!