"It doesn't seem quite fair to accuse your hormones of causing every bloat, blemish, and emotional outburst during your pregnancy. But the truth is that this potent cocktail of chemicals really is guilty as charged, and everything that's happening to your body these days - both the good, and the not-so-good - can be pinned on them." Courtesy of Whattoexpect.com
All I hear about from everyone, including my overly supportive parents, is how "normal" all these mood swings are. Frankly, I'm so sick of the word normal. One minute I'm glowing in the perfection of a clean apartment and a husband willing to do the dishes. Fifteen minutes later I'm crying about the fact that I want Casa Ole and nothing comes close to the tex-mex franchise here in Colorado. Not to mention my anti-social tendencies that have sprung up as of late. People I normally adore are getting the cold shoulder for reasons I'm completely unaware of. People I normally have no personal problem with easily push me to the point of saying mean things. And if you know me, you know I typically either don't think mean thoughts, or I keep them in my head. Not anymore. If you really want to know what I think just follow me around for a few minutes. Literally, I leave the room if I'm getting bored, anxious, annoyed, or that B word I loathe.
All I hear about from everyone, including my overly supportive parents, is how "normal" all these mood swings are. Frankly, I'm so sick of the word normal. One minute I'm glowing in the perfection of a clean apartment and a husband willing to do the dishes. Fifteen minutes later I'm crying about the fact that I want Casa Ole and nothing comes close to the tex-mex franchise here in Colorado. Not to mention my anti-social tendencies that have sprung up as of late. People I normally adore are getting the cold shoulder for reasons I'm completely unaware of. People I normally have no personal problem with easily push me to the point of saying mean things. . And if you know me, you know I typically either don't think mean thoughts, or I keep them in my head. Not anymore. If you really want to know what I think just follow me around for a few minutes. Literally, I leave the room if I'm getting bored, anxious, annoyed, or that B word I loathe.
Logical is a trait I've taken great care to foster in myself. If you knew me in High School you would see how easily I could talk myself calm after even the worst break up. Simply because I knew my husband would be that much better for me. Which is something I told myself and made true. *Remember that teen girls* Now logic is a foreign concept to my mentality. I've counted and it's a good day when I don't cry more than two or three times. These tears don't have to mean anything, but it's getting ridiculous. I shouldn't be crying over the fact that I want rolls. I shouldn't cry over my hair being trimmed differently than the last girl did it. And I most definitely shouldn't cry because Travis didn't lotion me with a full body massage right (the full body massage inclusion is the result of my imagination when he says sure I'll help your dry skin). I should be grateful I have a man willing to lotion me up without any reward other than a thanks.
Feedback would be greatly appreciated because I'm beginning to wonder if I need anti-crazy pills. Last time I felt this out of control of my emotions I was prescribed anti-depressants. Which would make me feel like a wonderful mom taking those during pregnancy.
Good news is I'm 14 weeks till the due date. Hopefully, 14-16 weeks till I have my wonderful bundle of adorable joy. And not to brag, but I need to dwell on some good things, my waist is only.....drum roll....(look away if you don't wanna know) around 36" at the widest point. Thank heavens I'm my tiny mother's daughter. I'm hoping to break forty for the sake of the baby gaining the weight she needs.
Sincerely,
-Crazy Pregnant Version of Heather
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