For the first 22 weeks of my pregnancy, I battled some pretty typical pregnancy symptoms. Morning sickness, extreme fatigue, an ever growing belly and the like. Among these were also some hormonal swings, but honestly, I hadn’t really had any major issues.
I will admit that there were a few mornings where I had more road rage than usual and definitely a few days here and there where I was less tolerant of my husband’s (perpetual) morning singing, but otherwise, I’ve been pretty much myself. Even my husband will agree with this, and he loves to pretend like I’m a crazy person. All was well in hormone land.
That is until Monday.
Monday was my last day of my winter break and a day I had planned to do very little work. And then my sister-in-law called and the crib she was going to bring over didn’t fit into her car with her daughter’s car seats, so she wanted to know if we could drive out there, get her daughters and she’d drive the crib out and help us reassemble it. Now, I think it’s pretty reasonable that I would be bummed out that my last day of relaxation now involved 100 miles of driving and entertaining a 2- and 4-year-old while putting together a crib, but the rational person in me knows that this is no big deal.
But apparently the rational person in me did not talk to the pregnant lady in me.
What happened next was like something out of a movie. I told my husband that I was upset about losing my free day and he didn’t weep for my loss. So I got mad at him. And then we started arguing about him not being sympathetic enough and then suddenly, out of no where, I started crying. And by crying, I mean sobbing. Deep heavy sobs, snot and tears everywhere. No matter how hard I tried, I could not get a grip. After about 20 minutes it occurred to me that I was being totally irrational and I managed to pull myself together long enough to get in the car with my husband and start driving to his sister’s.
Throughout the drive I sobbed when we talked about dinner for the week. I bawled when I called my sister to see if she was still going to swing by to see our apartment. I cried and cried and cried. For no reason. While my husband sat next to me and looked horrified, because this is so not me.
And I tried to explain to him, but there just really aren’t any words to describe it. It was as if one moment I was fine and the next, I had no control over my emotions at all. I wanted to stop crying, I wanted to be rational, but I just couldn’t. I know that sounds ridiculous if you’ve never experienced it, and trust me, it feels ridiculous too, but it’s the truth. These pregnancy hormones that everyone talks about and mocks in movies and TV? They’re for real and they are serious.
I know that I can’t be the only one who has had a pregnancy hormone emotional breakdown, so I want to know — what’s the dumbest thing you ever cried about while pregnant?
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