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B is packing to go away to Budapest and I can't stop crying.
I know it's not the same at all but there's lots of us here for you.Rest babe, read maybe.
Bloody sodding shitty rotten effing hormones and their stinky soppy sloppy side effects, eh? Aaaargh!You'll be fine tomorrowm honest, but you'll probably blub like its the end of the world when he comes home again. Trust nobody, especially yourself. ;-)((((HUGE HUGS)))I'd send you a cyber gin & tonic, but not in your condition.
Well the good news is you've obviously got some powerful hormones there which are keeping the baby safe and growing inside you. The bad news is you're going to feel like this for a while yet (it'll get loads better after the first trimester, I promise) so be very gentle with yourself and remember you have lots of readers who are wishing you all the very best. You can sob on our shoulders anytime.
Cry it all out. Then enjoy the peae and solitude of your time alone. Read books and eat ice cream for dinner it you want. Trust me. After the baby comes you will look back on those times with great nostalgia .
Good job you have chickens (are there any left?) to feed - gets you out into the fresh air; before you have a bath and return to your bed. Big hugs to you.
Hormones are poo (though not literally)Let the tears out, you feel frightened because you feel -and sometimes that is better than not feeling.Does that make sense? I doubt it!If you need advice on how to sit and do nothing just ask me, I'm very good ;o)Take care of yourself and always feel free to drop me an email if you want a non-blog whine and moan :o)**hugs**