Second week was worse than the first...

   My first week was so deceiving. I was so optimistic and it all seemed so easy after 18 years of smoking. I wasn't grumpy or snapping at anyone. And the cravings were very manageable. I was so not prepared for what was on the horizon. *insert scary music here*

   Week 2 has been the worst thing I have ever experienced. And let me tell you, that is saying something because my life has had some pretty crazy ups and downs. My mental health plumetted. I would burst into tears out of nowhere. And my family....my poor family. My husband and children didn't know how to react because I never cry. I am the one who holds it together around here. I know it was scary for them. My oldest daughter was too scared to even talk to me. She is 11 and has only ever seen me cry once about 7 years ago. Now if only it was just the crying. But it wasn't. I don't know if this will make much sense to everyone but the crying then made me angry. I hate crying. So to be unable to control it was making me less than impressed.

   So in summary.         Week 2= weeping

                                    Weeping= Anger

  But I'm still here smoke free. It has been 14 days. I highly doubt week three could possibly be any worse. I honestly would rather give birth to 12 kids au naturel with no epidural or anything. We'll see I guess. Not that it really matters I didn't suffer through all of that just to go buy a pack of cigs and have to do it all again another day. I'm so glad it's over.