It's probably common knowledge that pregnancy can lead to "mood swings", "irritability" and being extra emotional overall. I had kind of expected to have a few moments of this, but I had No. Idea. what I was in store for. I would say that the last few weeks have been a bit of a roller coaster in my brain. Go ahead and ask anyone that I talk to on a daily basis for verification of this, and I'm certain they will back me up.
For the first two trimesters, I felt normal (mostly). I think during the first 12 weeks, I was still getting used to the idea of being pregnant! I had not told work yet and was a little stressed about what their reaction would be. Plus, while extremely happy and excited, I was very aware of all of the changes that would be happening in our lives when a baby arrived. I can be a bit of a control freak, and all of these out-of-control situations were about to become part of my life. Once my maternity leave plan was established, my return-to-work situation was somewhat mapped out, and we were able to have some reassurance that things were developing healthfully with Fetus Ben, I was able to relax and enjoy myself a lot more. (And I still maintain that yoga and making sleep a top priority has been the key to my feeling physically good for so long).
Fast-forward to now (and the past couple weeks): I feel like I am going crazy a lot of the time. It's as if I am sitting on the edge of tears, and I never know what will make me cry, (or utterly tick me off). I'm having a hard time relating to this person I have become. It can (okay, it HAS) been something as simple as receiving a poorly phrased (yet well intentioned) text message from my poor husband, or being unable to find the tape measure I needed around the house, that will nearly send me off the deep end. I constantly find myself asking Greg, "what is that supposed to mean" when he says something in a tone that I didn't like, or being totally irritated that he ate the rest of the salami (gross) that I had wanted to have for a snack later.
I'm blogging this in hopes that I can look back on it and laugh and how ridiculous this all really is. I also hope that any of my friends who are or who become pregnant will be able to read this and relate to it
I am lucky to be married to someone as amazing as Greg. While he may not completely understand how my mood can swing from high to low in a matter of seconds, he is always there to give me a hug, make me laugh, rub my back, and tell me that everything is going to be okay. He also is going to make for a spectacular father, which I cannot wait to witness. I honestly could not (and would not) have done this without him.
So, there you go.
"F you, hormones. You're a bitch, hormones".