Pregnancy Has Taught Me I've Got A Little Crazy Living In Me

No those are not pj pants ...

Let me first start off by admitting that I was a little crazy before my pregnancy. Actually, I'd consider it more weird than crazy, but that's really neither here nor there. The point is there is a distinct difference in my particular brand of crazy as I grow this tiny human within me.

Have you ever realized that you are being totally nutty but you just can't seem to stop? Let me give you an example. My mom and I rarely fight. I have total respect for her and even if she is upsetting me, I've held my tongue and avoided a dramatic fit throwing. Early on, I was struggling with my hormone changes and thus was being whipped around on an emotional roller coaster. I forget exactly what my mom said during this particular event, but I do remember the rush of fury as I jumped to my feet, yelled at her and stomped out of her house like a raging teen. I drove home babbling and yelling at no one. Stomped into my house and promptly threw myself on my bed, continuing the childish tantrum and cried. My boyfriend was pretty shocked by the whole display, but handled it well, allowing me to vent about my irrational anger and consoled me. I apologized to my mom shortly after and she understood, but it's now a little running joke that I can be kinda scary pregnant.

Sadly that hasn't been my only episode of insanity, but given the sheer amount stress I've had to endure along side being pregnant for the first time, I think it's fair to have a few moments. What I mean is most women have to deal with their pregnancy and maybe a full time job. I'm pregnant with a full time job, crochet side business, Dove Chocolate Discoveries, and house hunting. That was in the beginning. Then tack on the fact that my boyfriend had to have an emergency appendectomy a few weeks ago and he was out of work for a few weeks, we signed on our house early and I felt useless not being able to carry a lot of things. Not to mention my lack of energy. It's taking me forever to get my house organized because I'm so tired after work. I still have to sort through an entire truck-load of baby stuff from my boyfriend's mom and if you think I'm exaggerating, I most definitely am not. And now it's about time for the holidays and all that that implies.

Do you see? Do you see why the crazy has surfaced? I actually feel that I've been handling this pretty damn well considering it all. My boyfriend and I haven't fought too much actually. Although I did have to endure his drunken ramblings the other night about getting married for insurance reasons and I wanted to smack the crap out of him. Mind you, this conversation was happening between him and my mom. Just to let you know, he really does want to marry me because he loves me he's just an extremely unromantic idiot.

So there you have it. Did pregnancy bring out the crazy in you? How did people handle it?


'Til next time.
Shay