Tuesday, April 4, 2006

Psycho Chic

NO, I'm not talking about the baby. I'm talking about myself. I think pregnancy alzheimers(PA) has hit for sure. I just got in a huge shouting match(shouting coming from my side, extreme laughter coming from Geron's) over when we bought a particular pitcher and where it was supposed to go. I almost think he was just trying to push my buttons by asking me where I got it from since he knew we got it from Walmart very recently--I thought I'd pulled it out of the pantry and that we'd had it since we moved into the house. My temper got hotter and hotter as he tried to convince me otherwise and I did not want to hear it. When I finally realized(after I'd hid myself in the bathroom) that he was right I just got mad and started crying. These hormones are raging and I'm wondering if some of baby girl's hormones are entering my system,too!!

Another incident that makes me think PA has hit me happened at work last week. It was lunch time, for the kids, and I was going to get a snack out of my lunch box to eat while I watched the kindergarteners. I went to my room and couldn't find the box. I searched every room I went in that morning, asked all the teachers I'd talked to that morning, and double checked every place. I even looked in the freezer since I'd put a lean cuisine meal in there earlier. The box was nowhere to be found. Finally, I called Geron, who ever so sweetly informed me that I didn't have it in the car that morning. When we got home that afternoon, it was on the kitchen counter, full of snacks. ARRGH!!!

Ya know, the pregnancy help books all said I might experience some memory lapses, but they didn't say how bad they would be or how emotional I'd get over these VERY LITTLE things. People, you need to pray extra hard for Geron and our little girl on the way that they will not experience so much of my unexplainable psychotic outbursts. Fortunately, at work I was able to laugh it all off, but at home I want to be right. Who doesn't? So, again, pray for Geron as much as humanly possible over the next 4 months.

Til later, if I forget your name and call you by something else, just pretend I'm right. We'll both feel better about letting it slide. And maybe your name will dawn on me later and then I can go have my hormonal cry in the bathroom.


Jenn-Jenn, the Mother Hen said...

It happens to the best of us! I used to walk into a room, only to forget why I went in there in the first place. Or I would start to say something, and literally forget what I was going to say in the middle of speaking!

Just remember, it doesn't last forever. And at least Geron is able to laugh about it (even if it does make you mad). Just think how much worse it would be if he got mad, too!

You are all three in my prayers!

Anonymous said...

Poor old Psycho Sippy! I hope you are feeling a little better. I think you and Geron are both absolutely beat. You need to take a weekend off, and I already told him that. Love you, honey.