Over the last few weeks, I've become even more crazy due to the pregnancy hormones. I'm an emotional person anyway, and even though it's Spring and my SAD depression is... what? In remission? I supposed that's a good term for it. Anyway, I'm not depressed or manic or anything like that. I'm just good, old-fashioned, emotional roller coaster, pregnancy crazy.
I just searched through my archives feeling that surely I talked about a moment of crazy I had when pregnant with the Pumpkin which typified what was going on then and now. But I can't find it! Apparently, this is the only place I haven't related that story. So I'll start with that story, because really, it's quite funny. And you can laugh. I laughed. It's okay. I think. Just don't laugh too hard. Because people? I'm crazy again. There's no telling what I'll do (probably cry).
In my first or second trimester with the Pumpkin, Londo and I saw an episode of Scrubs in which Carla was pregnant. In this episode, Carla went from happy to horny to crying to angry within seconds of each other. I kind of went off to Londo about how that was an unrealistic depiction of pregnant women... blah blah blah... making us look bad... blah blah blah... it wsn't really like that. And so on.
Fast forward to my third trimester. I had a moment when I went from happy to sad to angry literally within seconds. After the minute or two it occurred, I looked at Londo and said, "Whoa. That was like Carla on Scrubs! They weren't joking!"
I'm sure that doesn't happen to every woman, but man, it really did happen to me.
A little later in my pregnancy, I was even crazier. You see, we had moved into our house during my second trimester with the Pumpkin. There was always so much to do, another box to unpack, another bag to sort through. One day, I had opened a plastic bag which had towels in it in order to put them in the linen closet in our bathroom.
A little while after I opened that bag, Londo comes in the bathroom. I am sitting on the closed toilet lid, crying. My wonderful and caring husband kneels in front of me, and we have the following conversation:
Londo: Honey, what's wrong?
caramama: Nothing's wrong.
Londo: Well, why are you crying?
cm: For no good reason.
Londo: Well, there must be a reason. Tell me why you're crying.
cm: I'm crying because I don't know if the towels in the bag are dirty or clean.
Yes, my friends, I couldn't remember if I cleaned those towels before throwing them in a bag to move to the new house or just thought that I would do it once we moved in. So I didn't know whether or not to put the towels away like I had planned or put them in a laundry basket to be washed. That is why I was sobbing in the bathroom. But the conversation doesn't even end there.
Londo continues: Well, that can be very frustrating. It's understandable that it would upset you.
(Isn't he wonderful?)
cm: No, it's silly. I'm really just being crazy. I was crying earlier today because of an episode of King of the Hill.
Londo, still trying to be understanding and supportive of his insane wife: Well, there are some episodes of King of the Hill that are sad. Like the one where Peggy jumped out of the airplane and her parachute didn't open. Was it that one?
cm: No. It was the one where Peggy was fired as coach of the cheerleaders but in the end Connie does her cheer anyway.
(There was a short pause in the conversation...)
Londo: Okay, can I laugh now?
cm, starting to sniffle and chuckle: Yes.
And that is my story of how crazy I could be when pregnant with the Pumpkin. It's also a nice example of how wonderful my husband is and how well he puts up with me. I think it's also a good example of how I try to recognize and vocalize my own craziness, which I think is a good thing for all those around me.
As for this pregnancy, I had this conversation with Londo a few weeks ago:
caramama: I'm Carla-crazy pregnant again!
Londo: Oh, boy.
cm: I apologize in advance for the next... oh... year or so.
Londo: You do NOT get a year. I can't handle a year! I'll give you four months. One and a half while being pregnant and two and a half postpartum.
cm: Okay, I'll take the four months. But I reserve the right to exercise an option month at the end of the fourth month*.
Londo, nervously: We'll see.
And another example was from just last weekend. Londo and I were disagreeing about lyrics to some song**. That turned into him teasing me about not knowing lyrics in general. This is an old issue that he teases me about, which honestly pisses me off a little bit every time he teases me. To everyone but my husband, I'm actually known for my knowledge of lyrics. I was a singer for years, and I like to figure out lyrics and look them up when I don't know for sure. Yet, I get a couple wrong early in our relationship, and Londo spends years telling me I'm horrible with lyrics. I'm horrible about who sings what and I'm horrible about spelling, but singing lyrics is something I'm good at! (See? I'm getting a little pissy just writing about it.)
Anyhow, he starts teasing me about this old issue, and we had the following conversation:
caramama, emphatically: Just stop! You're going to make me cry!
Londo, incredulous: What? Why on earth is that going to make you cry?
cm: Because I'm almost NINE MONTHS PREGNANT! That's why! That's the reason!
Londo, as he backs out of the room: Okay.
And that was the end of that. Except, of course, for my need to blog all about it.
*Londo and I both work as consultants who contract with the government. If you know anything about contract work, this is hopefully as funny to you as it was to us. Or at least me.
**The song was that Papa Moco Jumbie song on Noggin. Anyone know if he says, "he dances to big harmony" or "he dances to bring home money"?
7 comments:
HOWLING with laughter. I was so there both times. I remember sitting in a rocker in the baby's room when I was pregnant with Maggie, sobbing and honestly not understanding why I was crying. And when I was pregnant with Will, we had a few weeks of Internet issues and I was nuts over it. At one point I said to my husband, who was commisserating,"Honey, I totally understand you're being nice to me right now because I am crazy pregnant women and let me just go on record as being aware of that and appreciating it."
Preganancy: Not for the faint of heart.
Can marc take some lesson's from londo on 'defusing' because Londo gets it and marc... well he likes to bait feral cats and poke hungry bears.... :)
Oh yeah, I got the option year thing. But I think the real question is whether or not you get a no-bid renewal of the global services contract.
I'm with you on the pregnancy crazies. We're just back from a week of vacation (to Oregon- it was great. I'll blog about it soon). I literally got choked up about how wonderful it was that Hubby met a local dad at a playground (while I was at Powells Bookstore! Yeah, Hubby) and got some good tips on where to eat, etc. Hubby is maybe not as good as Londo at handling the pregnancy crazies, but he does try. In his defense, my crazies can manifest as short-temper, which to me seems harder to take well than random weird crying fits.
In reply to your question about "Papa Moco Jumbie"....
I think it says, "he dances to bring harmony"
My hormones were so wacky during my first pregnancy. I would watch Everwood every Monday and just start sobbing. You could really almost set your watch by me.
Fun times :)
You're crazy doesn't seem that bad, actually. I'm horribly moody and can swing from extremes quickly because it's a day that ends in Y.
As for song lyrics, i'm well known for getting them totally wrong.
"Boys of Summer"? I swore for years it was "Poisoned Summer"
And that's one of my closer misses. Hubby always laughs at me when I sing with the radio.
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