Holy hormones!
Before I scare/bore you with my crazy hormonal stories, I first wanted to thank everyone for the sweet comments they have been leaving here! It is so much fun to read them, and will be so neat to have these to look at in the future as I reflect back on this crazy time! Thanks to those of you who gave the rubber band suggestion. It is working like a charm, and I have gotten some more wear out of some pants I was afraid I was going to have to retire at least for the next year or so. I ended up buying some flowy long shirts this weekend to get me through this transition period. They are NOT maternity shirts, but I have already had one person who knows I am pregnant point at my belly, so I know they are making me look bigger than I really am. Oh well, I just need to be comfortable right now.
Jessica P, tell Gigi I cannot wait to find out if we are having a boy or a girl. I think I won’t get to have the “big” ultrasound until 19 or 20 weeks and I sure hope they will be able to tell what gender the gerbil is. Ok, here is my doozy of an update, and its all about my crazy, uncontrollable hormones! Those of you who know me pretty well know I am not really a confrontational kind of person. I have a big flaw that I am terribly impatient, but for the most part, it takes a lot to see the nasty side of me. Well, that all flew out the window a couple of weeks ago. Chris and I went to a Predators hockey game a few Saturday nights ago. We have half season tickets, so we go all the time (except for the three games I missed when I was dealing with 24/7 sickness).
Anyway, the game was sold out, so it was packed and if you have ever been to the Sommet Center, when you are in your seats, people have to stand up to let you out because the aisles are so narrow. Right after a time out had ended, this guy got up from the dead middle of the aisle causing everyone to stand up and block the fans behind them to let him through. All this was happening when the puck was in play – it’s a big no-no in the world of hockey etiquette to do this. Typically, I would at most roll my eyes after the person passed, but this time I had to confront this poor sap and tell him why it was not very smart for him to do what he just did. I will say, when he came back, he went the other way! It was stupid, not a big deal, but really out of character for me.
Well that was just the beginning of my wrath. I drove Chris and I home from the game now that I am the designated driver for obvious reasons. While driving down a narrow street really close to our house, we became blocked due to some bad parking at a frat party. We live right by Vanderbilt, and there are tons of college students renting houses all around us. There were cars parallel parked across from each other on this very narrow street, in addition to a large SUV beside those cars who had halfway pulled into the driveway, leaving the other half of his car obstructing the road. I was not happy about having to back up and take the long way to our house, so I called the non-emergency line to get them to tell these frat boys to get their car out of the road. Instead of turning left on our road, I turned right and decided to circle back around to the cars and the house where the party was taking place.I then laid on the horn for about a minute (its 10 p.m. on a Saturday night by this time) and rolled down my window so I could scream at anyone who would listen.
You may be wondering where Chris is in all of this commotion. He was totally encouraging me to be a crazy you know what, and he gets out of the car to try and direct me through the obstacle course that are these terribly parked cars. When we got home a few minutes later, I asked him why the heck did he let me fly off the handle? He just laughed and said something like, “I figured you needed to let all of this extra steam out, and better them than me.”
Last night, I stubbed my toe on Chris’ luggage (he just got back from a five-day trip to Austin for the South by Southwest conference) I began crying because, man that hurt, but it soon spiraled into a huge sob-til-you-gasp-for-air while mascara runs down your face meltdown that lasted around 10 minutes. All the while Chris was looking at me like I grew another head and laughing because he had never seen me cry like that. That just made it worse. I cried so hard, I eventually threw up. It was awful.Today, I feel terrible and I still feel like I am on the verge of tears.
I have to get a handle on these crazy hormones!
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