The last few days have been, to say the least, a roller coaster of emotion. I was warned about the hormone fluctuations in pregnancy, but, silly me, I thought that since I am usually so level and calm lately that I would be one of those rare people to escape the woes of pregnancy hormone hell. Apparently, I was wrong.
Yesterday went something like this:
8:00 a.m. : Woke up feeling tired, but fairly good. Ate breakfast and read a little bit of a novel.
9:30 a.m. : Geared up to take Juno for a hike up in Batch. We climbed a mountain, passing through the dark gray light at the bottom into the sunny and clear warmth at the top. It took us an hour and a half and it was probably too much for my pregnant body to handle at one time, but it felt glorious to be exercising in the great outdoors. I laughed many times at Juno’s constant sense of curiosity and smiled all the way back down the mountain to my car. I was ready for a fantabulous day!
11:30 a.m. : Ate some lunch and worked on optimizing my website for search engines by updating my html code and publishing a new Site Map. Had the TV playing in the background and watched the Ladies’ Ski Cross. Cheered and clapped when Ashleigh McIvor from Canada won GOLD. Started to feel a bit cranky when I couldn’t remember how to perform a few, simple tasks that I’ve run through a hundred times before.
1:00 p.m. : Got up to unload the dishwasher and pulled out a plastic Ziploc container, which promptly dumped water all over my pants and foot. TOTALLY lost it and hurled the container across the kitchen, through the dining room and into the sliding glass doors. Of course it sprayed the remaining water everywhere and made me even more angry. So, I did the logical thing. I stomped over, picked it up and jumped up and down on it until I had completely crushed it into oblivion. Felt much better and immediately starting laughing hysterically at my uncontrollable idiocy.
1:30 p.m. : Still laughing about my illogical, violent outburst.
1:45 p.m. : Turned on the TV to see what was happening at the Olympics in the afternoon and turned on the TV just as the announcers were talking about Joannie Rochette’s relationship with her mother, who had just died unexpectedly on Sunday. Made me miss my own dearly departed mama and I balled uncontrollably for close to 20 minutes.
2:15 p.m. : Blogged about Zen Rising and felt puffed up with pride that we have such talented people living in Kamloops. Laughed out loud when Juno roused out of a sound sleep to become a bouncer and break up our cats who were fighting on the stairs – we call him Sheriff Juno because he doesn’t allow any crap to go on in his jurisdiction. Then looked at my To Do list and cried again because I had only managed to cross two items off it since Monday (yes, it was only Tuesday, but like I said, I’m a bit crazy and hormonal right now).
3:00 p.m. : Laid on the couch and read the huge chapter in You: Having a Baby (by Dr. Oz) about hormone changes and pregnancy woes. Laughed out loud several times as I read paragraphs that seemed to describe my behavior to a tee. Finished reading and felt depressed that I couldn’t control my hormone surges.
4:00 p.m. : Greg came home from work and, after hearing that he had only eaten a bagel all day, I YELLED at him about neglecting his body’s needs and not giving a crap about his health. Then I YELLED at him about how his poor eating habits cause his body to think it’s starving and, as a result, store fat in his belly area. THEN I YELLED at him some more about how I didn’t want to be a single parent after he drops dead of a heart attack at the age of 40 because he’s storing up bad fat in his belly and can’t be bothered to take better care of himself. Then I realized how much I was yelling and I felt TERRIBLE because it was totally out of line and out of character, so I sunk deeper into my depressed state and moped on the couch.
5:30 p.m. : Ate some dinner and watched the men’s hockey team kick Russia’s butts. Felt a little better and even smiled once or twice before Greg left (or should I say escaped) to hang out with his friend Darrell.
7:30 p.m. : Laid on the couch again and watched the women’s short program for Figure Skating. Once again balled my eyes out when Joannie Rochette skated amazingly well, with no mistakes or deductions, despite having the loss of her mother on her mind the entire time.
9:00 p.m. : Crawled into bed, completely exhausted by a day of hormones stomping on my psyche and ended up reading for two hours because I couldn’t fall asleep.
Can you say crazy bitch??? I do not enjoy riding emotional roller coasters, although I understand and accept that, at times, this is going to be part of the whole process. I just hope these days are few and far between, especially for Greg’s sake. Poor guy.
To celebrate my craziness, I thought I’d take some pics this morning that represented what I’ve been feeling lately so we can all have a good laugh.
The first one pretty much sums up how I feel every morning when I first wake up…BLAH!
The next two are, well, kind of self explanatory…
Have a good day ya’ll. I wish you enough…