I have always been a bit of a drama Queen, though it has definitely improved with time, so I was prepared to be really out there once pregnant, totally emotional and irrational and unreasonable. I’d heard all the stories from women who were normally level-headed that had turned into all the aforementioned things once pregnant. Surprisingly, pregnancy has been nothing like what I expected. I waited for the nausea and vomiting. It never happened. I waited for the tears and screaming, and they never came. Happy, healthy, and solid, that’s me.
It was a long, tiring day. Getting up early for church, cooking sticky sesame chicken legs for lunch, getting ready for our garage sale which is coming up way too soon, meeting Momma Donna to look at baby furniture, becoming overwhelmed with emotion and gratitude when she bought an entire set for us (my first case of emotional tears since becoming pregnant!), hauling it home, helping Dennis unload it, our evening church service, then snapping photos for this post before we lost our sunlight (my camera doesn’t take good indoor pictures and the flash washes everything out if I use it). I felt drained as I looked at the pictures, and when I saw that in every single one my shirt was bunched up, creating a line along my lower belly, I lost it. Like way lost it. I turned into the pregnant woman from hell.
I screamed and yelled and made Dennis feel like the only worse thing he could have done besides not tell me that my shirt was unattractively bunched in all the pictures was kill our baby. We went back outside to try again, but I was so mad I could not smile for the pictures. I got mad all over again, realizing I’d eaten my lipstick off and forgotten to put my earrings back in. I knew I was being ridiculous for being so angry about these superficial things, and hating myself for it made me even angrier.
Thankfully Dennis handled it well and I hope every pregnant woman has a partner as understanding as mine because otherwise, pregnancy might turn into the number one reason for divorce.
So we survived hissy fit number one, and I will do my best not to have another one until possibly childbirth, in which all bets are off. I will hissy fit it up if it helps me get the baby out without killing someone! In the meantime, please pray for my husband! lol
And I just wanted to point out I’m half way through my pregnancy now! Wow, time is flying. I’m so glad we’re getting stuff out of here (garage sale-ing it up this weekend) to make room for Joshua, and already have his furniture to put in the room once it’s emptied. *totally crazy amazing* I’m ready to get my nesting on, even if it is a little early. :) If you live in Wichita, I hope you’ll stop by if just to say hi! Email me for my address: vraklis (at) yahoo (dot) com.