Hormones (?) and an answered prayer

First off, something good: My test results are in and I am negative for gestational diabetes. Assuming I stay that way, I will have a much easier third trimester and delivery than if I had tested positive!

Now. I feel like God has truly spared me from the hormones/mood swings that famously accompany pregnancy. Brad will vouch for me: I have been a pretty cool customer over the last 5.5, almost 6 months. Perhaps more "cool" than usual, even. I've just been so excited and realized HOW MUCH I have to be grateful for, so pickle-flavored-ice-cream-fueled screaming matches haven't even entered the picture. It's like I am more forgiving, and get stressed out LESS easily (as a type-A personality, this is truly God at work).

BUT. Over the last week or so, I have been feeling the walls closing in. Heaps of frustration at work, lots of school work (I don't know how it will all get done, but I just keep telling myself it ALWAYS gets done), and feeling the urge to nest but having to suppress it because I literally don't have time - it's really getting to me. For example, Brad saw that we had a rare free night last week and committed us to a dinner with friends. Totally good intentions on his part. Nice, right? So anyway, when he tells me we're going to dinner, I literally, instantly, burst out into tears, wailing about how I need to write my first of three term papers and it's due next week and I haven't made any progress on it because I've been working every night because of a groundbreaking ceremony and and and... Not a normal reaction, right? I am really wondering if pregnancy hormones are finally catching up to me and making me hyper-emotional.

Today has been especially frustrating. But before this starts to sound like an epic rant, the point of me telling you this is that God just answered prayer. Brad called just as I was hanging up from another (FRUSTRATING) phone call. I told him I feel like nothing has gone right for me today. As I'm walking around the house and talking to him on my cell, I notice our cleaning lady (whom I am appreciative of! Don't get me wrong, I know it's a blessing that we are able to have help a couple of times a month!) has gone home and she left two bags of trash sitting on our back step, rather than taking them to the trash can. So I murmur something like, "Ugh, and now I have to lug the trash to the alley," and in my annoyance, Brad asked if he could pray for me. So he starts praying for my stress level, for my day to improve, etc. Just after he says "Amen," the cleaning lady - who had already driven off - walks around into our back yard and grabs the trash bags. She mouthed through the patio door, "Whoops, forgot these!" and proceeded toward the alley with them.

I was still on the phone with Brad and I started laughing and crying at the same time. God answered prayer QUICKLY, and with a sense of humor!

That was a bright spot in my otherwise terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. :)

On that note, I'd really value your prayers as I navigate some stressful days and nights, which may appear more frustrating to me due to hormones!