This week, Mama Kat wanted us to focus on something that is near and dear to my heart; my pregnancies. Here’s the prompt I decided to blog about:
Barefoot and hormonal…describe an incident that upset you when you were pregnant, but now looking back makes you laugh.
In an instant, a pregnancy hormonal rage can transpire. With 2 pregnancies under my belt, I have some occurances that would make a grown man weep, and some profanity-laden outbursts that would make my Pastor blush. The funny thing is, I never remember them.
In the after-thought of a pregnancy, all I ever seem to remember is how fat I felt, how swollen my feet got, and my insane cravings for fruit. The outbursts seem to be put on the back burner of my mind. I believe it’s the sight of my children right after they’re born that causes this. No matter how evil or wicked I may have been, it gets all wiped away with that new baby smell.
One dramatic event I do actually remember was during my first wonderful pregnancy. I was 8 months in, it was a hot June day, and yet again, my new Husband forgot to take out the trash. Again. This may not have been such a big deal, pre-baby, but when you mix in the roller coaster of emotions with the hotness of a New Jersey summer day, you get me, the Devil Incarnate. When he came home after 10 hours of work, I laid into him like nobody’s business. The words “worthless” and “childish” were used quite a bit, and to top it off, there was hysterical crying. I mean, sob, heaving, snotty nose crying. Over garbage. My wonderful Husband was raised in a house of women, so hormones he could deal with, but pregnancy hormones from his newlywed Wife were another story. He took the licking like a man, though. No arguements back, no sly smirks. For the next few weeks, he did make sure to take care of the garbage though. Very smart man indeed.
Now, to this day, we laugh about how ridiculous that experience was and how silly my temperament had been. The phrase “can you take out the garbage?” seems to always bring out a chuckle from either him or me. It’s amazing how much one can change during a pregnancy. I’m just ecstatic that men can’t have children. I’m quite sure the world would end.
Poor guy 😉 At lease the garbage was taken out! New follower from Mam Kat
Oh my!! Something about that 8th month!! Thanks for stopping by my blog!
Oh my gosh, we’re the same person! I’d have a breakdown JUST like this. Same words, same yelling, same crying, sobbing, snotty nose. Looking back I laugh at how ridiculous I was. And, oh, our poor husbands!!
I so totally agree with your last sentence. 🙂