So, prenatal class number three went well last night. Except for the fact that I was in a foul mood for the entirety of it, and for no real good reason. I hate it when I know I’m being a hormonal fool but can do nothing to stop the acid in my blood from heating to boiling at the slightest infraction of my dear hubby. Moments before we left I had mentioned to Steve that we should leave a bit early so we could stop and see if there were any swinging deck chairs at the Wholesale Club (we had found one we liked last week but they were all sold out at the time). He said, "Ok, I guess."
We would have had to leave by 6:00 at the latest to give ourselves time to browse before going to prenatal class but we didn’t leave the house until ten after.
So, already I was steamed.
"He doesn’t care about a swinging deck chair! He doesn’t care about me! He doesn’t care that I want to be able to sit on the deck and rock our baby to sleep! He doesn’t care about the baby! I am so aloooone!" Yeah, the night was off to a great start. Even though we were running late I headed to the truck, meanwhile Steve headed to the car. "Aren’t we going to take the pick-up?" I asked.
"Why?" he retorted. (He didn’t actually retort, but I was already overreacting.)
"Well, what if we get the swing? We’ll need to haul it home in the truck."
"Why do you even want that thing?" he questioned.
I said nothing. I sulked my way to the car and sat in the passenger’s seat. Then I saw him go to the truck and motion for me to get in.
I shook my head, no, and said with my glare that, "No, I am not going to get in the truck. I am going to sit in the car with my festering foulness and be mad that you’re not jumping for joy at the thought of a deck swing. You suck. Big time."
After three minutes of moping I got in the truck. I’m compliant like that.
We drove to Penticton and Steve said, "Hey, let’s go to the Wholesale Club. We’ll just be late for class, no biggie."
"NO BIGGIE?! I HATE being late. I refuse to be late!"
"C’mon, we’ll just be 10 minutes late. Who cares?"
"I do! WHY DON’T YOU RESPECT ME?!?!?"
We drove to the college parking lot and when we pulled into the stall Steve inquired, "So, what’s wrong? Why are you so upset?"
I knew I was being irrational and that really the deck swing wasn’t the issue. The problem was, I didn’t know what the issue was. I think it was just one of those pregnancy mood swings they warn you about. It sucked. But then it passed.
And we bought the deck swing on the way home.
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I totally know what you mean about having hormonal mood fits that you’re entirely aware of and yet unable to control. Boy, we women have it rough.
(I want a deck chair!)
you guys seriously crack me up! i think it’s normal to have mood swings when you’re pregnant (tho, having not ever been pregnant, i could be wrong).
And i want a swinging deck chair, too. Maybe i’ll just come and borrow yours.
At least you have an excuse for your irrational mood swings. And you get stuff out of it too. What are you ever going to do after that baby of yours is born?!
YES! I knew you’d end up getting the swing.
Is there room on the swing if Steve wants to join you and Baby Brown?
:)
We LOVE our swing chair, it was a good purchase believe us!!! It is so relaxing!!!
I got some silly hormonal sappyness going on right now. Sweet.
I want a deck swing. WHat’s wrong with my husband that HE won’t get ME a deck swing?!!!
Sorry, my hormones today are also quite touchy. I should tell you a story about our night last night.
It was neat.
I experienced those lovely feelings of anger and frustration over basically nothing when I was pregnant as well. I didn’t experience it very many times but I do remember that feeling. I found it terribly frustrating to KNOW that I was being a grouch for NO reason and not be able to stop my foul mood….poor Jon. Since I knew it was nothing and I wasn’t able to stop it, it just made my foul mood worse too. Anyways, I tried my best to just be completely honest with Jon. I’d tell him I was in a rotten mood and didn’t know why, and I’d ask him to just try and understand my craziness. He was VERY understanding and mostly just tried to stay out of my way on days like that :) It does go away though. You won’t be a grump forever! :)
I’m going through all those mood swings now too (due about the same time as you). My husband doesn’t know whether to run away and hide or try to make things better. I’d feel sorry for him if I wasn’t perpetually tired and achy myself….
What is it with husbands and deck swings? I went through the same thing with mine. I talked about the swing I wanted all summer last summer and my husband kept saying, “why do you want that, we don’t need it.” By the time he finally gave in I had to call around to all the stores in our area to find one. When I found it he went to pick it up for me all by himself. Now he sits in it more than me.
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