My poor husband has gotten some of the dirtiest looks he's ever gotten from his loving wife. I don't know why, but the stupidest things can make me so mad. Like how I buy the expensive toothpaste and half of it ends up in the sink. Ok, maybe that one would irritate me even if I wasn't pregnant. Or take last night for instance. He tells me he's going to go to bed and tries to give me a kiss. UGH. I'M COMING TO BED TOO. LEAVE ME ALONE! Poor guy. I don't even know what to say, other than hormones. Hormones make you crazy. Sorry, babe!
I think it all stemmed from the fact that I didn't have any ice cream in the freezer. I ate all of the good cookie dough and I missed the buy one, get one free sale last week. In the words of Ross during the infamous shampoo explosion of '03... "Why do bad things happen to good people?!?!"
(courtesy of... um... a google search)
I don't know if hormones affect energy, but that's been so up and down too. One minute I'm mopping the floors and scrubbing the trim in the bathroom... the next minute I'm laying on the couch like a beached whale praying that my son sleeps for a little while longer. Yesterday was one of the first really nice days of spring and we went to visit my sister's family. We took the kids outside and I wanted to hold the baby. After like two minutes I'm thinking to myself, my goodness, what does this kid weigh? He's six weeks old, so its safe to say he doesn't weigh very much. But it felt like I was holding a cinder block or two. In my defense, I'm also carrying two other kids. And goshdarn it, I'm exhausted!
The fact that I'm already exhausted scares me just a little bit. I'm not even to 23 weeks, and that means I have around 13-17 weeks to go depending on when these little boys decide to come. And you should see the pile of things I have left to do! The nursery is far from being done, baby clothes need to be washed and put away in the dresser that's not painted yet, my gardens have to be cleaned out and planted soon... the list goes on and on!
I'm praying I get a second wind before I get too big. Which will be soon. This sweet old lady came up to me in church yesterday and said "You're getting pretty big, soon we'll have to roll you in and roll you out!" The Christian in me laughed politely while the raging hormones thought lady, if you had any teeth left, I'd knock them out right now. Then another lady at church told me that her and another girl were just saying how beautiful I look when I'm pregnant. Now that is how you treat a pregnant lady. You tell her she's beautiful, glowing, etc. You don't judge her when her toddler is throwing a temper tantrum during church service. You don't get in her way when she has to pee. You sure as heck don't say, "You eating again? or still?" ESPECIALLY, when you are a man. (Yes, I had a coworker say that to me. He is still alive but he better watch his back.) When I went to that youth convention a few weeks back, I even had a teenage boy say "WOAAHH, don't want to mess with that" and quickly move out of my way. No, you little snot, you do not want to mess with "that". I let that one live too. If this kind of stuff happens at 30, 35 weeks I can't promise I'll be so nice.
Ok, I'm done. See? Those hormones just flare up out of nowhere. I'm all fired up now, so I think it's a good time to wrap this up.
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