My First Hormonal Breakdown
The morning started out a little rocky on Saturday. As I was flipping through my Better Homes cookbook to make some breakfast, a wave of heat/chills/nausea came over me. I had to lay down and choke down an apple to get through it.
Later that day, when I was feeling better, my hubby and I went to get lunch. The waitress asked “How far are you,” and I’m thinking she’s wondering if we had made our way through the menu. She said my yoga schedule pamphlet and kids menu were the tipoff {and in her head was probably saying, “and your mondo boobs and teenager acne were a help too”}. This was my first time being asked in public, and it threw me off a little.
So about 7 minutes later, I reached over to put something into my purse and knocked my glass of water over… into my purse. There were some 13 ice cubes IN MY PURSE, along with about 16 oz. of water. If you know me, I am *not* razzed easily by stuff like this. I’ll call myself and idiot, giggle and move on. But. Not. This. Day. I moved into full-on tears. Like, ugly face, downturned lips, my-dog-just-died tears, in the middle of this restaurant. Having been in earshot of EVERYBODY, two servers came to my rescue with dish towels and did their best to clean off my purse, because they must have thought I would have EXPLODED if I didn’t get my $30 Kohls purse dry.
If I could have spoken between gutteral sobs, I would have said, “I don’t give a FRICK about the purse! In fact, hand me my phone and TAKE IT, throw it away, so I won’t have to deal with blowdrying that stupid thing. NOW, throw my grilled cheese in a doggy-bag and GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!”
If my poor waitress didn’t know I was pregnant before, she knows now.
{image via Breeders Digest}
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Oh goodness, I’m so sorry. I’ve not been pregnant before, but I’ve had those days before. Smile, it makes your butt tingle ;)
Ironically, I don’t know if it would take pregnancy hormones for me to reach that point. PMS seems to have the same effect for me.
Either way, at least you had a better excuse than I would :).
So, did you totally freak your man out???
There were a few times during my first pregnancy where I caught my husband looking at me as though I were some sort of alien he’d suddenly stumbled upon, because of how crazy I was being. Not that he didn’t man up and come to my rescue and comfort me when I needed it, but there were initial “What the???” moments. Ha ha ha.
As horrible as it might have been (and believe me, I’ve been there – only my worst moment happened on a very busy afternoon in a grocery store – I now compare my crazy self to Steve Martin’s character in Father of the Bride as he freaks out over hot dog buns, only with tears and involving mangoes), I hope that you can laugh about this now. Or at least in a few years :O)
Love, Susan
P.S. Great picture for this post, by the way!!!
Hey Brooke,
I am so sorry for your breakdown! I know those are rough and you can’t help but think you’re really losing it! But tell me this? Didn’t you feel so much better after you just let loose? Sure maybe you don’t know WHY you lost it but once you did things were incredibly better, no?
One of the things I love most about being pregnant is that other people, strangers!, are so good to you. It’s amazing and better than being a rock star. So please enjoy that!
I also have to commend you for the fantastic photo that you used for this post! I am having a rough pregnant emotional morning and that picture made me laugh out loud (and then cry, because that’s what pregnancy hormones do!) LOL!
Thank you as always for sharing and keep up the great work!
You poor thing! Better question: How was the grilled cheese? Cheese makes everything better.
Ug, my poor husband. You should have seen his face…
At least you have an excuse! I agree with Jess, I don’t need hormones to freak out….
I can ONLY imagine Jason’s face – seriously – I’m picturing it right now and it’s cracking me up. I bet he didn’t even talk right? Just had that deer in the headlights look knowing that saying the wrong thing is worse than not saying anything. Oh, I love Jace Face.
And by the way…you don’t even look pregnant at all. My youngest is five and I still look more pregnant than you do.