Pregnant and Emotional

This morning I woke up at 6 AM and promptly burst into massive tears. The flood gates opened over something someone had said to me while chatting on the phone a few days ago and the fact that I just had a dream where my mom told me I was very likely to commit suicide so I should just do it and get it over with. Can we say CRAZY! I guess I must blame my wild pregnancy hormones. I have broken out rather badly so I thought my hormones must be all whack-a-do right now. Has anyone else had bizarre pregnancy dreams? In other news today I am going to get the Jack or Jill test done so we will know in a week if the new baby is a boy or girl. Over the weekend Neil and I picked up some paint samples for the new baby's room. I'm leaning towards a pretty green or a buttery yellow. I think we will be able to make a more definitive decision once we know the gender. Yesterday, at church, Grace and I went on a visit to nursery. She was a perfect angel and the teachers said she could start right away instead of waiting until she is 18 months old. This is a relief to me because I teach a class of six three year olds who get wildly distracted by Grace's antics. Yesterday she had a major giggle fit right during the time where kids get up to teach little lessons. One of the little girls in my class was doing crazy dance moves and Grace thought it was the funniest thing she had ever seen. While I do enjoy my little girl's loud belly laugh I'm a little afraid no one, including the child speaker's mother, could hear the little speaker. Whoops. So every week I am faced with the same decision, do I take Grace out of primary sharing time and leave all of the three year olds or sit there and disrupt the meeting? Well now I no longer have to abide the looks of scorn from the other teachers, well, at least not for 6 months until my next baby is born :) And now I must go shower so I can get Jack or Jill-ed.