Alright, I’m going to admit it - I had a late pregnancy meltdown this week. On the way to the movies with my husband and son, the hormones and lack of sleep took control and I became a blubbering mass of tears. It was pitiful. I usually try my best to remember that nothing in life is nearly as dramatic as it feels at a given moment, especially right now. Needless to say, the emotions got the better of me and it took a few moments for me to reign them in!

My poor husband and son, really I feel for them having to deal with me sometimes, especially at that moment. I went into the room, closed the door and lay on the bed, crying and lamenting how I couldn’t deal another minute with being so pregnant. And my husband, the dear that he is came in and tried to comfort me. It was touching and helped immensely, and I began to feel foolish for losing it thusly. But then my son came in and said “Daddy, I think mommy needs a rest.” - which of course caused me to choke out some laughter through the tears. Then he said, “No Wait! I have a better idea” and proceeded to run out of the room. His better idea was to go and peel a banana and bring it to me. My little four year old knight in shining armour, armed with a banana. How could I not feel instantly better with two such wonderful men in my life? My little guy asked if that helped me feel better, which of course it did, and we were out the door to the movie very shortly after that - without further incident I might add.