Define “Crazy”

I was looking at my blog, going over my posts and I realized something.  They aren’t funny.  Or informational.  Mostly they just sound like the diary of a tenth grade girl.  Having been one I can say this for certain. 

Obviously, my blog has not been around long enough for you to know that this is not normal for me.  I am not normally so….what’s the word?…..whiney.   Really, I swear.  But I’ve been noticing that even in my daily life I am being pretty petulant lately.  I complain more than a tenth grade girl-especially to my husband, who has also changed since I’ve been pregnant. 

While I have become whiney and moody and fat he has developed the patience of a saint and the sanity of someone not native to our family-he also looks and feels fabulous which makes me insanely jealous.  So he can eat whatever he want and stay skinny and not get heartburn that would kill a horse-good for him.  Jerk.  [I mean that in the nice way.]

My son has also been subject to the whims of pregnant mommyzilla.  I keep our airconditioning running non-stop until our home is more igloo than apartment, and whenever he asks me something there is a 60/40 chance that I will cry.  Also, much to his dismay, “microwave meals” have become their own food group.  In my defense, I try to get the healthy ones with low sodium and vegitables-but whose to say that those are actual vegitables and not, infact, some kind of super-soft synthetic plastic goop.  I try not to read the box too carefully.

Such are the hormones of pregnancy.

But what am I supposed to do to deal with pregnant hormones, when most of my relaxation techniques are off limits?  It’s not fair! *sob*  I can’t take a hot bath and I can’t chainsmoke. *sniffle*  What’s a pregnant gal to do?

Peruse the internet.  I have found some wonderful sites and blogs that I really enjoy.  Worth specifically mentioning are Notes From The Trenches who I think is hilariful [hilarious/insightful], and Baby Center which has everything including but not limited to expert advice on reader’s questions,  helpful articles, a searchable baby name database, and a chat room where they have hourly topics of discussion [like "New Parents" or "Due Date Club March 2008"].  Also if you give them your email address [something I'm not usually inclined to do, but did in this instance anyway] they will mail you weekly updates about your progressing pregnancy [if this applies to you, of course].  I highly recommend both of these sites-I visit them every day!

Something else I find fun in my pregnant state-nap time.  I know it sounds boring, but I actually mean my son’s naptime not mine [although I am madly in love with my own naptime every morning from 10-12...ish before my husband goes to work].  I use my son’s nap time like my own private exotic vacation.  My favorite thing to do is eat a scoopful of vanilla ice cream [chocolate + me = plague-like illness nowdays] while re-reading my favorite books.  One of my favorites on my list of best-books-of-all-time [which I should blog about in it's entirety someday....I probably will-I LOVE to read!] is Wurthering Heights-which I have been reading again most recently, and it has been a delicious relaxation.

The last thing that comes to mind that I have enjoyed during my pregnancy, of course, is blogging!  I think it’s really fun to have an outlet for all of my feelings, but also to be apart of a community-something a diary could never do.  Also, it’s a great way to have things written down on a [almost] daily basis during my pregnancy.  It’s like a log of my experiences that someday, when they’re old enough, my kids will be able to read and know what I was like and what I felt when they were little/in utero [depending on the child we're talking about].  I think that is very cool.  I wish I had something like this from my dad, because when I ask him what it was like he almost always says “I dunno….that was a loooooooong time ago.  You know, because we’re all getting old and stuff.” [Where do you think I got my sense of humor?]

Those are the things that I found to keep my mind off the chainsmoking and hot baths that I can’t do/have…and that help keep me somewhat balanced despite crazy hormones.  It doesn’t stop me from crying for no reason or trying to fight with my husband because he left the slider door cracked open [though he never takes the bait-crappy patience and saintly attitudes!] but it makes me maybe just a little bit more bareable for myself and others.

The moral of the story is that my blogs will get much more funny and informational I promise-and when they’re not, blame the hormones.