Saturday, January 19, 2013
Mad Pregnant Woman on the Loose
Week 16-17 of this pregnancy can be remembered as the week of anger and irritation. If you haven't interacted with me this week, it's for the best. If you have, you are probably not reading this anymore and I don't care, because I am too angry and irritated. Ha! The last sentence is not true, of course. I do care. I just wanted to give you a glimpse into what the last week felt like. Grrr. Grrr. Grrr.
Here is how it started. First I read on all the pregnancy sites how wonderful it is to be past the terrible first trimester with its nausea and lack of energy. Then I learned my appetite is growing and I finally hit the best stage of pregnancy. Energy, glow, happiness! Then I threw up, because my body evidently didn't get the message about all these wonderful things happening and decided it would be fun to shake things up a little bit instead. So here I am, 17 weeks pregnant, back to two zofrans a day to keep me from vomiting. At least the pills are working right now (oops, there it goes, I am sure I just jinxed it.).
I also went for another hike that was easier than the New Year Day's one and I almost died of exhaustion. I was out of breath and my heart was pounding and I could barely put one foot in front of the other. Oh, the surge in energy as described in pregnancy books! Yeah, right. Do you want to know what helped? Multiple naps a day and bedtime at 8pm in the following week.
Then there is the whole issue of people having different opinion than mine. This is annoying to a certain degree even when not pregnant, but dear lord, once all the hormones are pumping through your system...what do you mean you don't agree with ME?? The whole Facebook thing? I think I may have to quit it for a while, because people are freely expressing their opinions that are not in line with mine. Do you know what makes me madder than people who disagree with me? People who can't respect that another person has a different opinion. Oh, wait...see what I mean? I irritate myself by not living according to "live and let live", which is just about the only rule I find important when it comes to life.
There is one thing that helped to settle me down a little bit. About 3 days ago, I started to feel little kicks in my belly. These are most definitely not gas bubbles anymore. It makes me giggle every time I feel them. It's hard to stay mad when you giggle. And Kai has been so stinking cute lately. The other day I was dropping him off at daycare when he saw a man in a red striped shirt and a hat and he pointed at him and yelled in his 2 year old excitement: "There is Waldo!" He brings so much love and laughter into my heart.
So there is still hope for me. But for now - be aware. Explosive material on board.
Posted by Andrea Chmelik