I was in absolute tears on Friday over what I think was a pretty mean joke played on me by my ex mother-in-law.
My 7 year old daughter has long blonde hair and she is always talking about how she likes it long and straight... pointing out when she finds some wave in it and brushing the wave out.
My kids are with my ex-husband this weekend and I get a text from their grandmother saying she cut and colored my daughter's hair. Followed by a picture of my daughter with a short dark blond curly bob. Followed by a picture of a short straight bob and my daughter's eyes looking red and puffy like she'd been crying and a text that my daughter didn't like the haircut but that it was fun.
I immediately asked if those were wigs... they looked like wigs, but I wasn't 100% sure. And the woman went silent for over 5 hours. I know it's just hair and I knew then that it HAD to be a wig, but I also knew if it was real my daughter was going to be so unhappy... so I was fuming, crying, looking up bob haircuts for myself.
And then finally I got a text that the haircuts were wigs and that they were playing cooking show hosts. And I cried again in relief.
The things I've been crying about feel pretty normal but the extent to which I am having feelings is heightened. It feels like my fuse is a bit shorter in general too.
I am not usually a crier but have been crying over nonsense. Cried cause I love my daughter and husband and was thinking about that. Cried cause my husband wasn’t paying enough attention to me. Cried cause I don’t feel well. Not like full on sobs, but like little cries. Then get mad cause I can’t seem to keep my shit together. And also easily annoyed. Like I think about work stuff and get pre-annoyed.
I’m Catholic and went to church with my sister this weekend. Her church has a lot of art depicting Mary, Jesus’s mother, including a painting where Jesus appears to His mother and comforts her after His death.
It just made me so emotional and reminded me of a time I comforted my mom when she was grieving. I was tearing up thinking about how no matter what stage of life my baby is in I’ll love and care for and comfort them, and that someday they may be comforting me. Very circle of life and spiritual.
I lost my job and basically immediately found out I was pregnant… so yeah… lots of crying about life in general. Everything is stressful and annoying but I’m thrilled to be pregnant (this is my first pregnancy at 38 😬) and also terrified that I will lose the baby at any time, which also makes me cry. Fun fact… before pregnancy I would maybe cry once a year?! 🤷♀️😂🫠
Ok bear w me here but today I'm super sad bc I saw someone else's wedding pictures. The background is bc I'm older, and bc covid made it so my family (in a diff country) wouldn't be able to attend a wedding anyway, I had told my partner that a wedding and marriage weren't that important to me and that I just wanted to try for a baby asap. I had really practical reasons for doing so, and I wasn't really sure marriage was for me anyway (my parents are divorced so I feel pretty disillusioned about marriage). I figured what I wanted was a FAMILY and that didn't need a wedding per se, and I didn't want to wait until we were married to try bc who knew when that would be and Im almost 40. We could always get married later or just register our marriage and then do a wedding later.
That's still our plan, but today I saw someone's wedding pictures and realized how sad I am that I won't get to do the big wedding thing w friends and a bachelorette and a bridal shower and an open bar and a party and a beautiful dress and stuff. I know logically it's JUST a very expensive party and it doesn't mean I won't have a loving partner and I'm so grateful we are on our way to creating the family I always dreamed of. But it's really hitting home to me that bc I chose to do this out of order, all the little girl fantasies I had about a wedding are gone or at least on hold (also w the added expense of a kid, any wedding we do in the future would be on a much tighter budget). It's so silly bc I CHOSE this and it makes good logical sense. But I'd be lying to myself if I didn't admit I wasn't disappointed.
I'm having a very hard week. I can't really tell if this is regular depression, baby related depression... or like state of the world melancholy? Today I started crying because I was hungry. Everything feels so much harder.
I have similar regrets of not having the whole girly fantasy and missing some important people. I booked my wedding a month before covid and then ended up doing just a tiny 20 person ceremony on my booked day, outdoors, everyone in masks and postponing the big reception until our one year anniversary when we hoped things would be normal. It was a fun party, but some of my most important friends and family couldn't make it still because of covid and it broke my heart. Felt like an overpriced party I wish we could have just canceled.
We started rewatching Picard so we could refresh before getting into new season. I lost it at the opening sequence. So much of my childhood is wrapped up in TNG. There's something special about watching Picard right now.
Im so hungry, but everything is so gross to me and today I'm just so tired of it, I started crying. I'm just so tired of being hungry, so tired of things being unappetizing. I miss enjoying food. I miss feeling sated.
My daughter’s last week of preschool was this week and they sent home some projects they had been working on all year. One was a book of their handprints by month (with a different theme for each month). I was weeping just from reading the front cover.
I'm crying because I'm SO FREAKING TIRED of feeling like COMPLETE FREAKING CRAP 24/7. My first husband and I TTC for four years. We eventually adopted. I love my daughter more than anything, but I certainly mourned the loss of the opportunity to conceive. New husband and I conceived the first month of trying. I wanted this so badly for so many years. I cried for this. I begged for this. I am really trying to be grateful and just remind myself that feeling like garbage is a sign that little Nugget is still in there. But it's so hard to be anything but sad and angry all the time when being conscious is miserable. Sorry. Rant over.
I cried yesterday bc I was listening to a webinar about how mothers to be try and change their lifestyles for the better for their new babies and I thought it was so touching I cried.
@mamaz_2022 I feel this hard. I wanted this baby for so long and so much and it's so hard to hate being pregnant as much as I do but I truly hate it. I miss when I understood my body and could plan around an assumption that I'd have the ability/energy/brain space/physical capacity to do something, be it work or socialize or whatever. I am so looking forward to this trimester being over as I hear 2nd trimester tends to be the best. I have so much to do and I can't afford to be napping and walking around like a malnourished zombie !
For the first time since childhood I cried because I had a bad dream lol. (unrelated to the dream) I also cried because I thought a couple of elderly ladies who have been best friends since childhood were so cute together.
Re: Why is my pregnant self crying? (May)
My 7 year old daughter has long blonde hair and she is always talking about how she likes it long and straight... pointing out when she finds some wave in it and brushing the wave out.
My kids are with my ex-husband this weekend and I get a text from their grandmother saying she cut and colored my daughter's hair. Followed by a picture of my daughter with a short dark blond curly bob. Followed by a picture of a short straight bob and my daughter's eyes looking red and puffy like she'd been crying and a text that my daughter didn't like the haircut but that it was fun.
I immediately asked if those were wigs... they looked like wigs, but I wasn't 100% sure. And the woman went silent for over 5 hours. I know it's just hair and I knew then that it HAD to be a wig, but I also knew if it was real my daughter was going to be so unhappy... so I was fuming, crying, looking up bob haircuts for myself.
And then finally I got a text that the haircuts were wigs and that they were playing cooking show hosts. And I cried again in relief.
The things I've been crying about feel pretty normal but the extent to which I am having feelings is heightened. It feels like my fuse is a bit shorter in general too.
It just made me so emotional and reminded me of a time I comforted my mom when she was grieving. I was tearing up thinking about how no matter what stage of life my baby is in I’ll love and care for and comfort them, and that someday they may be comforting me. Very circle of life and spiritual.
That's still our plan, but today I saw someone's wedding pictures and realized how sad I am that I won't get to do the big wedding thing w friends and a bachelorette and a bridal shower and an open bar and a party and a beautiful dress and stuff. I know logically it's JUST a very expensive party and it doesn't mean I won't have a loving partner and I'm so grateful we are on our way to creating the family I always dreamed of. But it's really hitting home to me that bc I chose to do this out of order, all the little girl fantasies I had about a wedding are gone or at least on hold (also w the added expense of a kid, any wedding we do in the future would be on a much tighter budget). It's so silly bc I CHOSE this and it makes good logical sense. But I'd be lying to myself if I didn't admit I wasn't disappointed.
That's all, rant over.
I have similar regrets of not having the whole girly fantasy and missing some important people. I booked my wedding a month before covid and then ended up doing just a tiny 20 person ceremony on my booked day, outdoors, everyone in masks and postponing the big reception until our one year anniversary when we hoped things would be normal. It was a fun party, but some of my most important friends and family couldn't make it still because of covid and it broke my heart. Felt like an overpriced party I wish we could have just canceled.
My first husband and I TTC for four years. We eventually adopted. I love my daughter more than anything, but I certainly mourned the loss of the opportunity to conceive.
New husband and I conceived the first month of trying.
I wanted this so badly for so many years. I cried for this. I begged for this.
I am really trying to be grateful and just remind myself that feeling like garbage is a sign that little Nugget is still in there.
But it's so hard to be anything but sad and angry all the time when being conscious is miserable.
Sorry. Rant over.