I use to be a very social person until I got preggo and now I am scared to even step foot out of my door. I go from work and home and only if I have to I go to the store and usually it is the smallest store so I can run in and out and not deal with anyone. Yesterday my partner and I got up and had breakfast and started getting ready to go to his friends house to watch the football games(like every sunday except I have not been this yr with him). I got in the shower got dressed and was like a huge round rolly polly. I packed everything up so we could leave stepped out the front door and started down the 1st flight of stairs(we live on the 3rd floor) and asked if I could go back into the house. He said come on baby you are almost to the 2nd floor. I made it down the truck and cleaned out all the trash from his front seat(if i dont ride it dosn't get clean.........urgh) walked to the dumpster and back to the car and told him ok I did the stairs thing I did the walk thing can I go back inside now....he told me to sit my preggo butt down and that I needed this b/c I needed to get out of the house. Well I went along with it and guess what I had a freakin panic attack. WTF is wrong with me. I stayed in the truck and went to the friends house and it turned out not to many showed up this week (good week for me to go) and I had a great time.
My head has not been this screwed up in years. I use to take anxiety meds and anti-depressant meds and have not in about 3 years and I have felt great...............then the pregnancy came. URGH. I could not be happier about the baby.