Is it because my mother just called me from the emergency room to tell me she had a bike accident and broke her pelvis? Is it because I’m going on getaway from my child for 48 hours this weekend and feel nervous about it? Is it because I peed all over my hand yesterday during my glucose test because I have no visiblity beyond my belly?
Or maybe because when I was getting my eyebrows waxed this morning, I all of a sudden felt hot wax on my upper lip, telling me that although I didn’t request it, the aesthetician assumed I wanted an upper lip waxing.
Or possibly it’s that I’m terrified of childbirth and worry that my anxiety will be keeping me up at night for the next 90 days. Or maybe that my 2-year old child is refusing to get in the car, go down the stairs or do numerous of the things I ask without me carrying him.
I think that all these things just built up, and the call from my mother opened the floodgates. I really gotta let it out much more often.