Rofl. I was the opposite. The first one was great. I glowed the whole way through. The second one and the accompanying post partum depression, oh boy... Jody went on a five day hunting trip and left me with a new born. I called him one day and asked if he shot his toe off yet. He said no???? I said damn, and hung up on him. I was PISSED, very irrationally so, that he wasn't injured because he took off and left me with a four year old and a baby. I really believe if he had been home that day, I'd have shot him door nail dead. He finally came home and had my ass parked in front the the OB the next day. They asked if I was angry towards my kids. Nope, they were both angels, it's that ******* that left who pissed in my Cheerios.
One of our few big fights, there.
