Thursday, April 22, 2010


I figured this morning would be as good of a morning as ever to cover this topic, because if you want a completely honest answer from me, now would be a good time to ask.

I don't know if it is because I am having a girl (hence all of the extra estrogen in my system), but man have I been MOODY this pregnancy. I felt it a little bit when I was pregnant with Brett and people tried to give me advice or told me how to live my life (yeah, there were a few times I had to LEAVE THE ROOM when I was pregnant with Brett to stop myself from saying some really harsh and nasty things), but really, for the most part I was pretty laid back and able to deal with people with a patient and friendly demeanor. And, really, I am a pretty laid back person and keep my opinions to myself when I don't have another human being growing in my uterus.

But, man, this time around has been wicked. I feel for my hubby. He's had to deal with me snapping his head off for the stupidest things... like when we were deciding which 2 liters to buy for Brett's birthday party. He suggested one that wasn't on my mind and I couldn't deal with any straying from my plan so I about went off on him in the middle of Meijer. Looking back, he was right, but in that moment I was completely insane. Sometimes I just wake up in a rotten mood and try to avoid people all day, but man, the worst is when it hits me out of the blue. I'll be fine and then something will set me off, and I am crazy pregnant girl again.

These mood swings make me feel for Brett too. He's a young pup...a curious toddler who really (for the most part) doesn't MEAN to make messes or get into mischief (however he does test his limits from time to time), and he requires a lot of time and patience. These are 2 traits that I don't currently have. The worst are the days when I am home alone with him and wake up in a foul mood. 6:00 can't come soon enough. I pray for long naps during those days. I REALLY really hope Brett doesn't remember mommy like this after all is said and done.

I pray I find a cure for this insanity, and that if it doesn't end sooner, it will end for sure with the birth of baby girl in approximately 4 LONG months. Until then, I am trying to keep my days off booked with playdates and lunch dates to at least get me out of the house!


Not So Glamorous Housewife said...

We will book a playdate again soon. Pending I'm not to moody too. Ha. This morning I got after my husband for not knowing how to drive a stick. Poor guy didn't see that one coming.

Cathy said...

It's all the hormones. When I was on Clomid, I found myself calling my MIL horrible things because she wanted to feed me Chicken on the bone, which I'm not usually that into. It was Ugly. When Eric said, Well, you can stay home, I stopped and listened to myself.
We started to say that CathyZilla was rearing her ugly head.

And you and the boy are always welcome here for a playdate or ventfest.

Andrea said...

Darn hormones! I was the same way when pregnant with Hailey - hang in there! Oh and the answer is no, the older one doesn't remember Mommy being crazy (but the husband does). ;)