Post Pregnancy Hormones Stink- Literally!

Every time I woke up last night to feed Vance, I was completely soaked in sweat. My nightgown, my hair, the sheets- all drenched in sweat. I am one Sweaty Betty. The good thing is that my body is getting rid of excess fluids. The bad part is it means that I smell like a boys' locker room when I wake up. I have to apply deodorant twice a day to keep the stench away. I am wondering if anyone else has had this problem or if this is some special hormonal gift just for me.

Sorry if this is too much information, but it's real.

I am still Miss Waterworks too! It is so not fair when you cannot control your emotions, even when you know they are totally irrational.

My mom called this afternoon and asked if she could take the boys to Palm Springs to spend the night at their aunt and uncles, swim and play with their cousins. I asked her to hold and asked Jason if he thought it was okay. He looked at me like I was completely crazy for even asking him and said, "Of course."

This is normally something Jason and I would be rejoicing about- a free night which usually involves some fun escapades not available to us this time since the doc has not given us the go ahead yet.  Again, I know, too much information. 

Still, a quiet night except for our new little guy should have been received as a gift. Instead, all I could think about was that they were all going on a long drive in car and I would not be with them. I had this strong instinct to keep all my birds in the nest. I really didn't want them to go, but I knew they would have so much fun and that I was being irrational aka hormonal.

I helped them pack their stuff, found the DVD player so my mother would arrive in Palm Springs still sane, and lectured them about their expected behavior. When they were ready to go, I hugged and kissed them all. I thought I was going to be fine until I said to my mom, " Make sure they wear sunblock, watch Ty in the pool because he has not been swimming since last summer and (this is where I broke down) drive carefully." All I could think of was that she was taking somewhere around three-quarters of my heart with her in that car. She had better be darn careful.

Note to my mom- I know you are a good driver.

Then I see all three of them looking at me as I stand on the porch, smiling and waving, but obviously crying. They look confused. How do I possibly explain hormones to these little boys?

 I go in the house. Luke gets out of the car and comes in the house. He looks at me and says, "Grandma said to come give you a hug." He walks up to me and gives me a two armed hug, a good hug. This boy is famous for his one armed, "oh if I must hug you", hugs. I say, "Thanks honey, I'm fine." And they go.

So, I am looking forward to these hormones leveling out and being back to my somewhat normal self. In the meantime, I am going to keep drinking lots and lots of water because I have some serious leakage problems.