Last night, Wade went to bed before me and I was sitting on the couch in the dark with my laptop. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw something move across the pillow next to me. But I thought I was just seeing things, so I ignored it. A few seconds later I saw the movement again, only going across my stomach. Again...I thought I was going crazy, so I ignored it. But the third time, I realized it was something creepy/crawly/nasty scuttling across me and I freaked. I jumped up and screamed Wade's name, scaring him out of his restful slumber. He came running in, thinking I was dying, to see me jumping around the living room, frantically ripping my clothes off, screaming and hysterically crying. Once he had reassured me 12 times that whatever was crawling on me was, in fact, no longer crawling on me, I sat on the couch and continued to sob for ten more minutes. Wade, being the manly super hero that he is, looked through my pile of clothes and found a large CENTIPEDE in my pants, which sent me into more hysterics. So picture this in your head. I'm sure it could be quite humorous (if you're not the person it is happening to) and go ahead and laugh at me. But just know that this time, I am not laughing with you.
*disclaimer: I have been known to be quite emotional. But never really a ridiculous cry baby. I am convinced its the pregnancy. So had this been 6 months ago, I would not have gone into such a fit. Wade begs to differ.