Note: I'm crazy and hormonal today- so there is rude language in here and nothing involving home decor. If I had a life section I'd post it there, but I don't.
The other day I was sitting on facebook for an obnoxious amount of time. Like, seriously, an unhealthy amount of time.
In my defense, I got attacked by a sinus infection (we're on day 10 right now of feeling like shit! Yeah!) and was stuck on my couch.
But, as I said, I was spending an abnormal amount of time on facebook, perusing through old posts and I saw that my friend posted this.
And I was like, yeah, you know what? We're going to get a little hormonal up in here today.
Pregnancy is weird. You have a lot of feelings that have no where to go. Almost like...two people's feelings worth. My friends told me as soon as we'd hit the second trimester it would be sunshine, rainbows, frolicking through a sex filled haze where everything makes you happy and you'd hump a cucumber in the grocery store.
We are 15 weeks on Monday and you know what I want?
A fucking nap.
To not have a sinus infection that makes me feel like there's a canon ball on my brain.
To not feel like every time someone at work/home asks me a simple question, or tells me to do a simple task that they are INTERROGATING and ATTACKING ME. (Dudes, I know you're not, but I can't control the fury.)
To EAT A DAMN HAMBURGER. (Wookie is anti-cow...)
You know what else I'd like? To feel like we're making ANY progress on ANYTHING that we said we would do before the baby would get here.
But here we are 15 weeks in, heading towards the busiest time of the year for us, only to find out that we have about 3 free Saturdays between now and when the baby gets here. Can I already curl up in a ball and preemptively cry?
I miss hamburger helper. I know it's the worst thing for you on the planet, but I LOVE the damn strogonaff and the fact it takes me about 25 seconds to make. I miss diet coke. Granted, that one is my fault, I voluntarily am doing no caffeine...why I made that decision, I don't know. I mean, I guess I was all, "If I'm already quitting drinking and smoking I mind as well give up caffeine!" Well, you know what? Caffeine free diet coke is NOT the same as "leaded" diet coke. It's not even worth my time.
I think the weirdest thing about being pregnant is you KNOW you're being a nut. Something will fly out of your mouth and you'll almost watch them leave thinking, "wait. no. why? no!"
And then you have to sit sheepishly in a ball going "sorry. baby cranky...."
Granted, I am lucky to have a saint for a husband. Nate does not mind the crazy at all. He is getting really over the attachment to food. But what can I say? I'm a plus size girl with a baby that doesn't like cow and is bored of chicken.
Like, seriously, last night I told Nate I wanted Taco Bell. Something I haven't eaten in probably 4 years? But I told him explicitly I wanted a chicken chalupa with fire sauce.
Well, I got the chicken chalupa but Taco Bell forgot to give him hot sauce.
Enter pregnant sadness. I no longer wanted the chalupa. I was so hungry, but without the fire sauce, what is the point? It's just a flavorless mess at that point.
At least I am not a totally crazy wife and I didn't make Nate drive back across town for the hot sauce, but I was hungry the rest of the night because my appetite just shuts off when stuff like that happens. Literally SHUTS OFF.
One night I wanted curly fries from Arbys and they gave Nate onion rings instead.
SHUT OFF. (Besides, uhhh gross. Onion rings...)
Another night I wanted strawberries. I opened the container in the fridge and they were like all gone or dead. All we had was raspberries.
Done. Shut off.
So this is what has been happening in our house lately. I'm being crazy, and aware of my craziness. Nate's being a Saint (and is secretly happy he's back to school three nights a week) and humoring me while I mope over hot sauce and curly fries. We're both confused as to how I'm 15 weeks in and down 15lbs. You know....pregnant basics.
Anyone have any ridiculous pregnant stories from your time? Pregnancy is nothing except a time to laugh at yourself.