I blush easily and cry uglier than, well, anyone.
With week 36 fast approaching, I was able to show off my Ugly Crier Face (disturbingly blotchy and red, impressively puffy) at the pediatrician this afternoon.
All it took was a receptionist having a serious case of the Mondays, a misunderstanding about my son's insurance, and my own raging hormones.
Three hours, many phone calls, one chest xray (Max does not have pneumonia...yay), and countless tears (mine) later, I finally got myself under control.
It takes about that long to look like myself again.
Only 4 more weeks of this.
Unless I go past my due date.
And if that's the case...
just steer clear of me, I guess.