I am a pretty even keeled person emotionally.
I mean, I never had raging PMS. I don’t go off the deep end. I don’t yell and scream. I may bang a pot now and then, but for the most part my emotions are pretty much in check.
The one time I remember feeling totally out of control was after son 1 was born.
I sat on the couch sobbing uncontrollably. (I should say here, I don’t cry. I mean I don’t cry in real life. I cry at movies, and an occasional Publix commercial can bring a tear to my eye, but in real life situations I am the stiff upper lip type.)
So there I was sobbing and poor husband had no clue. He looked more miserable than I.
He knelt down beside me and very gently took my hand in his and asked “What’s wrong?”
I wailed, “I DON”T KNOW HOW TO BE A MOMMY!”
The hormonal roller coaster, bleh!