So far in this pregnancy, my emotional meltdowns have been rare and fairly contained. However, this morning I had a meltdown of epic proportions...over pickles.
I get up at 5 am every morning to make it to work while my husband sleeps in. While making lunch for myself, I decided I REALLY wanted pickles with lunch. I tried to open the pickle jar and failed. I grunted, I groaned, I ran hot water over it to no avail. I suddenly broke down, crying in hysterics (the hyperventilating, snot-dripping-out-of-your-nose hysterics) and woke my husband up. He thought someone had died. When I explained that my tears were because I couldn't open the pickle jar he burst out laughing, gave me a hug, and opened the pickle jar.
Stupid pregnancy hormones :-(