My precious boy called me last night, from bed, all upset and wanting to come home. I can't explain how heartbreaking THAT was. Especially given my current whacked-out emotional state. It was all I could do to restrain myself from getting him an airline ticket that instant. I cried when he hung up the phone and I've been crying almost all damned day, off and on. Why? I dunno. Just hormones, I guess. I keep reminding myself that all this means is that the baby is healthy and I should be happy that I am a mess because my body is doing what it is supposed to do. My world-famous logic and groundedness has left the building! I miss it. I miss being sane.

I found a friend who is home and willing to host an emotional pregnant chick for the evening. That's a huge relief. I need people to interact with. I'm hoping he'll be up for a stroll at the lake, or something else outdoors when it cools down. I think being outside and moving some would help.