I've officially reached the period of time in my pregnancy where I'm no longer in control of my emotions, and it sucks. I'm really a calm, level-headed person, and haven't noticed an increase in emotion/hormones all pregnancy. Until I hit 30 weeks. I remember feeling this way towards the end of my previous pregnancies too, and it's a terrible feeling. I hate constantly feeling like I have to evaluate whether I'm being rational or not, whether my reactions are warranted, etc. Poor DH is taking the brunt of it (though I am not flying off the handle bars at him, he still knows when I'm feeling annoyed, etc), but yesterday at Easter dinner my mom and sister, with whom I get along great, kept saying stuff that was so annoying to me and I just got more and more introverted...
Funny story about these crazy hormones from my 1st pregnancy: I was very pregnant and DH had invited a friend over to watch a movie one evening. Normally not a big deal at all and I enjoy seeing this friend, but this night it was the last thing I wanted to do, so while we watched the movie I grumpily lay on the couch and stewed about it. Well then I reached for a blanket, and my big ol' belly pulled me right off the couch onto the floor, at which point we all started laughing. But then, while DH and friend were still laughing, my laughter turned into frustrated, angry, and annoyed sobs. It was a gong show....
Anyone else?
Re: My hormones are officially out of my control....
At the beginning of 2nd tri, my anger was scary. In my head, I knew I was too angry for the situation. But I couldn't stop it. That happened maybe 3 times before I got over it. I find I'm getting more annoyed at things now, but it's not uncontrollable. Like when I swing by the grocery store in the morning to grab something quickly on my way to work, and the cashier is gabbing with everyone in line. JUST CHECK THEM OUT! It's early, we have to get to work, this is not your time to gossip or make small talk. If they are done, send them on their way-do not continue to talk while the rest of us wait.
Not called for, and I keep it inside, but I'm certainly not friendly like I usually would be.
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At one of my favorite restaurants they hired a new kid so when I went in after a really bad day to grab some of my favorite comfort food (which I have had for dinner multiple times in the past) he told me that I was ordering off of the lunch menu. ... I really thought I might have to hurt him. I just looked at him and asked 'Does that mean that I can't have my sandwich?' in a calm voice, but apparently murder was written all over my face because he immediately began stammering and tripping over himself trying to find me food... oops. Things have gotten better since then. Hopefully I won't regress during this trimester... poor sales-kid. : )
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