Week 14: Hormones go wild!

Ask any of my friends and family and they'll tell you that 'emotional' should be my middle name. My moods swing back and forth as much as Jennifer Aniston's love life. I can be manic, hilarious, moody, sad, and I cry at the drop of a hat.  I have been known to cry at EastEnders... and my mother tells me I cried every day until I was 8. So, you can imagine how much all those close to me are enjoying the fact that pregnancy has sent my hormones well into overdrive.

Now I get elated at anything, but more prominently I get upset at EVERYTHING. I've actually been reduced to tears while reading some heartwrenching story in the newspaper on the train in the morning so many times that I've become a master at pretending to have a cold and wipe away the sniffles.

I also take everything way too personally - whether it's someone slagging my Mariah Carey interview off on You Tube or someone bumping into me on the overcrowded streets of London. I've always been quite self critical, but this really is taking things to the extreme! At least, I know I'm a stupid, blubbing bag of hormones.

One thing I didn't guarantee on though was one of my very best friends going through IVF while I am pregnant. I know she is dreadfully hurt by my situation. My husband and I are very lucky people as I'm 36 and we only tried for a month before we got pregnant; whereas my poor friend has been trying for a couple of years and has just started on her IVF journey. Nothing prepared me for the phone call I made to tell her my good news, as it was also when she told me her first attempt had failed. We've known each since we were 3 so it's gutting that at the moment, she wants to keep me at arm's length. I've emailed, I've sent flowers, but she just doesn't want to know.

In my pre-pregnancy state, I wouldn't have taken this to heart at all, instead realising it was her situation upsetting her. However, now, I truly believe it's me. I'm so scared she won't want to see me this Christmas.

I'm just hoping the hormones came down a bit as my bump grows as this rate, I'll be crying over my copy of Grazia every Tuesday!