Sane, calm Nain has been taken over by moody, emotional Nain. Not just moody and emotional, but fully-on train wreck "what the hell is wrong with this woman?" emotional mess, crying at the drop of a hat Nain. Or at least I was yesterday. And it was not pretty.
I wish I could say I had a reason. I wish I could say "well, yeah, this was totally justified." Part of me feels that yes, a small part of it was justified, but then another part of me goes, "did I really just take T's bottle of water from him in the car and throw it in the back seat just to prove a point like a three year old having a tantrum? really?" Oh yes, I did, but it's okay because the cap was on the bottle of water. I think I remember telling him that he didn't need water and to be a big boy and suck it up. Yes, I said that, too.
Yes, I also was that person who shot down every single suggestion T gave for dinner ideas. See, we had to work kind of late...by me, I mean T, but I had to wait for him so I was already on a roll by the time he picked me up. I wanted to cook dinner, work out, pack lunches and then go to the bank. Feeling that there was no way in hell that I could get everything done, nor was there any way T could do any of it, and no way that any place he picked seemed to sound good, I became a petulant child, slumping in my seat and pouting about how nothing sounded good. I should note that after tears and me losing it a few more times, we did decide to go out to eat. It sounded good (the place I picked) but wouldn't you know it...didn't really eat that much. I have to admit, though, by the time we got to the restaurant, even though T said he didn't need a beer with dinner, I convinced him that yes, after my manic fit in the car, he needed a beer. Hell, I could have used a beer with how stressful that car ride was. And it was all self-induced.
I pray that today I'm back to my calm(er) self, or at least a shade or two lighter than yesterday. Or maybe I should just go into pregnancy-induced-mood swing hibernation for the next five months? Because this could just keep getting uglier. And I like T. Don't want to drive him too crazy before the little half-pint arrives...
I'm sorry you had that "fight"...
ReplyDeleteBut you had a reason to say those things and behave like that: you're pregnant. So don't feel guilty! You're growing a human being in your uterus, and that's not easy!
Chloe hit the nail on the head. I suggest you talk to your doc about taking extra vitamin b, it helped me regulate the moody, snarkiness when I was pregnant. Actually it still does. It's water soluble so you shouldn't get too much. But since you are growing that baby, talk to your doc first.
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Reading this is actually kind of funny because the restaurant debate sounds like the type of arguments that Matt and I would have. And I cracked up at the part about you throwing the water bottle. I could just imagine that whole scene in a comedy tv show.
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