Well, the emotions have calmed down, the spouses have, ahem, made up, and I have gotten some much-needed sleep.
We can now resume our version of a normal life, with normal pregnant-woman insanity and toddler shenanigans. Of course, Chris will keep in mind that pregnant wife meltdowns may be as prevalent as toddler meltdowns, and he will take it in stride, even if they are not nearly as cute.
And I will try not to hit him over the head with any more pillows. Apparently he does not like getting the beatdown, even if it’s just with a pillow. When I explained to my sister’s girlfriend that it was one of those wedges, a pregnancy pillow, she said that that just made it sound even more abusive.
And thank you as well, for not only putting up with me, but for helping pull me out of a grief-induced, sleep-deprived fog. I felt the hugs, and though I may have been sitting by myself, I no longer felt alone.