Perhaps the pregnancy hormones are wrecking havoc in me, I suddenly find myself crying a lot these days, from minor stuff to major drama-mama.
I had to believe that ALL men are from Mars, they aren’t the most sympathetic creatures around. Yes, I might be really blessed, I don’t have puke my gut out and I am not tormented by some nonsensical food craving, but I have my emotional turmoils, no less. Why can’t they comprehend with the fact that pregnancy is never an easy period of any women?
I never asked to be treated like a queen (I know that’s ridiculously impossible), I am just hoping that he would try to understand me a bit more, acknowledge my signals of distress and help me through my endless sea of frustration.
Or perhaps this preggy was really asking for too much from her Martian??…