An Unexpected Meltdown

Yesterday morning, I woke up upset. I really did.

The alarm clock went off. Mark scooted over and immediately started spooning me. All I wanted was for him to get off me: he was too hot and I didn't want to be spooned. However, I didn't tell him that because I figured I would eventually want him to spoon me anyway. Not so.

Then we get up out of bed and I just didn't want to share the bathroom with him. I didn't tell him that either.

He fixed me pancakes for breakfast--because he is seriously the awesomest husband ever. And I totally wanted pancakes.

But when I went out to have breakfast with him, everything he did and said just drove me nuts. It made me mad and/or it made me sad. Like, I said something and, as usual, he acted silly and ran to the "sad corner." Only, he wouldn't knock it off when I told him to come back to the table and get out of the sad corner. It made me mad.

A few minutes later, he tried to kiss me, only he was holding my neck in the back so hard I couldn't hardly lift my head--so he pretend pouted that I didn't want to kiss him.

That was it. That was the last straw. I told him to "STOP" because I just wasn't in the mood to be teased. And then the waterworks came.

I started crying. As in--huge tears. And not just one. It was a bunch of tears. And I couldn't stop them.

Mark's eyes were suddenly sad and I knew that I had made him feel bad--but I REALLY didn't mean to. I couldn't stop the tears.

I had told him earlier that I had woken up feeling upset. So when these tears came on he asked if I had a bad feeling about something. I told him no--that I didn't know why I was feeling upset.

Poor Mark.

I love him so much and I felt so bad that I freaked him out. Honestly--it freaked me out too. I've never burst into tears before for no good reason. And I couldn't stop the tears from coming either.

I told my bosses and coworkers that I had burst into tears at breakfast. One of my bosses throughout the day kept saying stuff like, "Oh, I better be careful, or I might make you cry." Not exactly what I wanted and/or needed to hear.

I just felt crappy yesterday. The confusing thing to me is I went to bed happy Tuesday night. Mark and I had had a great night together. So, all day yesterday, Mark would send me chat messages asking me how I was doing. Yah, I really freaked him out unintentionally--with no apparent reason.

But, when I got home from work last night--Mark met me at the door. He had ended up going home early because of his court schedule. He had dinner all made: pork chops (sooooooo yummy), a green salad, mixed vegetables, and a fruit drink. AND--he had a bouquet of various white flowers sitting on the counter. Totally what I needed!

An hour or so later, when I finally went into the bedroom, I found a SECOND bouquet of flowers on the dresser! Various red and yellow flowers.

Mark has surprised me with two bouquets before; that time I ran out of the bedroom and smothered him with kisses. Last night, however, I just walked out to smother him with kisses. He pointed out the difference in pace between the two times--I reminded him that I don't really run any more as I am preggo.

THANKS MARK! (Sorry I freaked you out.) I LOVE YOU SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH!!!!!