A pregnant friend admitted that her husband (a doctor mind you) does not believe that hormones causes any mood swings at all. Poor man, he has absolutely no idea. This got me thinking, and laughing, because I can admit it now, my hormonal ups and downs were rather spectacular this time around, must be because its a girl...
I am the voice of reason, I am the most level headed and logical person that I know. I do not cry at weddings or when babies are born, I simply cannot stand that phenomenal where women come to work and cry. Why on earth would anybody go and cry at work. So imagine my surprise when every time when I am pregnant (both times yes), I start bawling my eyes out for no apparent reason. I hated this, it killed me. What was up with me, why were my emotions letting me down so badly.
And the moods, oh my goodness. It was as if someone had started World War III in our house, firstly I needed to eat on the hour, literally, so imagine Gerhard's shock and horror when I threw my first tantrum because I did not get breakfast on time. Me, Iron Woman who at one stage could not be bothered with breakfast at all as it simply took too much time. Instead, a cup of strong coffee and a cigarette got me going and kept me fueled for hours. So here was I in tears and ranting and raving because he did not fry my egg fast enough.
I cried because I had to put diesel in my car, and the fumes at the gas station made me nauseous, I cried because the top button of my jeans would not close, I tore the man's head off when he woke me up with a cup of decaf in the morning, I needed the real stuff, did he not understand and appreciate this?
It was all his fault you see, and I was the only person in the world that understood this, Gerhard made me pregnant, Gerhard and Gerhard alone, it was his fault that I was miserable, nauseous, emotional, crying at weddings, smiling at other people and their babies in the street, absolutely all his fault.
So to my dear friend's husband, ask Gerhard, it is real, it is not all in the head, he has the scars (at least emotional ones) to prove it.
I am the voice of reason, I am the most level headed and logical person that I know. I do not cry at weddings or when babies are born, I simply cannot stand that phenomenal where women come to work and cry. Why on earth would anybody go and cry at work. So imagine my surprise when every time when I am pregnant (both times yes), I start bawling my eyes out for no apparent reason. I hated this, it killed me. What was up with me, why were my emotions letting me down so badly.
And the moods, oh my goodness. It was as if someone had started World War III in our house, firstly I needed to eat on the hour, literally, so imagine Gerhard's shock and horror when I threw my first tantrum because I did not get breakfast on time. Me, Iron Woman who at one stage could not be bothered with breakfast at all as it simply took too much time. Instead, a cup of strong coffee and a cigarette got me going and kept me fueled for hours. So here was I in tears and ranting and raving because he did not fry my egg fast enough.
I cried because I had to put diesel in my car, and the fumes at the gas station made me nauseous, I cried because the top button of my jeans would not close, I tore the man's head off when he woke me up with a cup of decaf in the morning, I needed the real stuff, did he not understand and appreciate this?
It was all his fault you see, and I was the only person in the world that understood this, Gerhard made me pregnant, Gerhard and Gerhard alone, it was his fault that I was miserable, nauseous, emotional, crying at weddings, smiling at other people and their babies in the street, absolutely all his fault.
So to my dear friend's husband, ask Gerhard, it is real, it is not all in the head, he has the scars (at least emotional ones) to prove it.
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