Nearly 4 years ago, while at work, I found out that my grandfather passed away. I hid away in my boss’s office for a while till I could clear away my tears. As I was packing up to leave, my co-worker came in, gave me a big hug and started crying. I remember thinking “Wow, I think she’s more upset than me. This lady is crazy.” She was pregnant at the time.

Here’s how it is – I can get to be an emotional wreck when preggo. Just today, I was on the phone with Jonathan, crying for no good reason. Well, really, there was a reason, something like split milk, or dust accumulating on the ceiling fans, or the like. But really, no good reason at all. And all I could think was “Dude, Sarah, you are crazy.” Then I realized, I’m not crazy, just pregnant. Even if at times the two seem pretty similar.

So here’s my open confession (because for whatever reason it makes far more sense to bare my soul this way than individually):

I hate talking to people when I feel vulnerable. Like, when I’m crying for no good reason. It makes me feel really, really stupid. But, at the same time I know it’s something I need to do. I need other people to help me out when I’m down, even if it’s a split milk kinda down. I did a horrid job after Julia was born about reaching out to people and telling them just how much things were sucking. And I want to be more open and honest this time.  So, if you get some random phone call from me, where you can barely hear me, or all I do is cry, just try to remember, I’m not crazy, just pregnant.