This past weekend, I encountered something quite terrifying- my crazy, hormonal alter-ego. I knew she existed as I’ve had a few vague encounters with utter ridiculousness that almost put me over the edge, but have yet to truly come face to face with her. I’ve read about hormonal fits of rage during pregnancy, but truly didn’t understand the insanity of it all…until now.
Thank god for my hubby! He got me through it with gusto. (Baby, you really are MY BEST!)
Here is a recap of my UTTER and COMPLETE ridiculousness:
On Saturday, I had a surprise birthday party to attend in Charlotte. I was going through my closet trying to figure out what to wear. Keep in mind none of my pre-preggo jeans fit – barring the 2 pairs that I can just barely get a rubber band through to give myself an extra inch or two. My maternity jeans are all too big. I have a few dresses but they all pretty much work attire – not hip and chill in Uptown Charlotte appropriate.
So I’m putting on all these different outfits and compiling a huge heap of WORTHLESS clothes on my floor. I’m huffing and puffing and getting quite pissy. (Meanwhile, hubby is playing the Wii upstairs completely unaware of what is brewing downstairs.) I finally find this cute little plaid tank top and throw it on over a pair of jeans that don’t button at all. I feel slightly satisfied with the top. I go upstairs with a sad face on and before I can utter “I need new jeans” – hubby starts to tell me I look cute. But……then he backtracks and stares at me. He says that overweight women have ruined this look for pregnant women everywhere and I sort of look like a farmer. So I HARUMPH myself downstairs again and rip off all my clothes. I find the baggiest clothes I can find and throw myself on the bed. But I want a little sympathy so I go back upstairs. Hubby asks if I want to play a game. I say no in a big POUTY way. He asks what’s wrong. I say, “nothing, it’s really stupid”. He stops the game and comes to sit next to me and asks again. I say “IT”S STUPID” and proceed to dissolve into the type of tears that only most toddlers can procure. WOW. Hormonal crazy Erin just entered the building. So I go on and on about how i have absolutely NOTHING to wear to this party, I don’t look cute, I don’t look preggo, I just look like a lard ass, etc etc.
My fabulous, wonderful, most amazing husband ever turns off his game, takes me by the hand, leads me downstairs and starts pulling clothes off the hangers and making me try them on. I do so, whimpering as tears continue to spill down my cheeks. Well, lo and behold, just a few tank tops in, he finds a shirt from a few years ago that amazingly enough looks cute and hip even though it’s not maternity. I am happy. I feel cute. HOORAY!!! Psycho chick retreated until another day.
Thank god for patient husbands. I hope he still loves me. (Wink.)