I have a tendency at times to be a pretty emotional gal.
Like on a scale where 1 is Mrs. Cool, Calm, and Collected and 10 is absolutely bipolar,
I’m operating between a 6 and 7 on any given day. Well pregnancy has expanded
my range to anywhere from a 2 to a 12. This sudden mood shift can happen in a
matter of seconds. I feel like I have absolutely no control over it most of the
time. Sometimes, I scare myself with the things I do and say when I’m at a 12.
You know if I’m scared, everyone else around me must be pretty nervous too.
I’m not much of a crier. The root of this stems from my
childhood. I was never allowed to cry when I was little. I would get in trouble
and my mother would pinch the inside of my arm until I was certain blood was
coming out. I would begin to wimper and cry and she would lean down into my ear
and say, “Keep it up and I’ll do it again” or “I’m about to give you something
to really cry about.” I quickly learned that tears would get me no where so I
reserve them for the most distressing of situations. Pregnant Sinamon cries all
the time. I watched “The Polar Express” for the first time this December with
Karl. I hated it! Let’s be real, those kids were bad. As a child, I strongly
believed in following the rules. If those kids on the Polar Express would have
just minded their own business and stayed in their seats everything would have
been fine. Even though I hated the movie, at the end when the little boy got
the bell, I cried. Karl looked at me and said, “Why are you crying, this is not
a sad move.” I blamed it on my hormones. Somewhere around this same time we
went and saw “Catching Fire.” I cried most of the movie and it wasn’t a few
tears out of the corner of my eye. I was crying like this was a real life
documentary about something that happened to people in my own family. I’ve had a strict rule against watching
ANYTHING sad since I’ve been in Nursing School. This ban has extended and now
includes anything that can be described as wholesome, heartwarming, romantic,
etc. I have pretty much banned everything except comedies. My life currently
revolves around watching old episodes of “The Office” and “30 Rock”.
I love my husband, and I enjoy when he’s home but sometimes
I feel like he stays up at night thinking of stuff to do that will piss me off.
It’s always the same things too. I think that’s what makes it so frustrating.
My husband is convinced that something bad will happen to your clothes if you
take them off and place them directly into the hamper. You have to let them set
for a minimum of 36 hours on the bathroom floor before they are moved. This is
the only explanation as to why I’m constantly picking up his underwear. One day, I was giving it to him good for this
underwear issue; I believe it went something like this:
“Karl, if you don’t start picking up your dirty, nasty,
sweaty ball underwear off the bathroom floor I’m going to start putting them in
your pillow case…. I’m going to start putting both of our underwear in your
pillow case. Then you can dream about nasty crouch smell ALL NIGHT!!!! And after I let them marinate together in your
pillow for a couple of days I’m going to use them like a tea bag to make dirty,
crouch water that I will use to cook your dinner.”
Karl responded with something like, “Okay, I got it.”
Then I said to him, “Come here and cuddle me, I feel needy.”
Karl: “Babe, honestly I’m so scared of you right now I don’t
want to come that close. I’m worried you’re going to choke me.”
Me: “That is a valid fear. I understand from my previous
statement how you got there. But I promise that I will not hurt you.”
I have about 10 more instances of me going from a 2 to a 12
in seconds. One day, Karl looked at me and said, “Babe, you are so emotional.
You’ve got to calm it down.” This is probably one of the most dangerous
sentences he has ever uttered to me. My response was, “OH, I’M SORRY THAT I’M
PREGNANT AND MY EMOTIONS ARE OUT OF MY OWN CONTROL. How about next time I get
YOU pregnant and YOU do it perfectly I’ll try to remember to take notes. That
way for the third baby I’ll be able to live up to your perfect example.”
Valentine’s Day
Karl forgot Valentine’s Day this year. I
don’t mean forgot as in he forgot to get me a present, I mean he forgot as in
he didn’t even call me all day to wish me a Happy Valentine’s Day. Karl is
horrible at giving gifts. When he picks something out for me I wonder if he’s
even met me before. He’s trying to do better. When we go shopping somewhere he’ll
pick up a shirt or something he thinks I would like then he asks if he is right
or wrong. So far he’s been right about 25% of the time. It’s a work in
progress. Gift giving is my love language, not his. His love language is acts
of service. So I let him off the hook when it comes to gifts and instead I
appreciate when he deals with car stuff, washes the dishes, and especially when
he cleans the bathroom. I didn’t expect much for Valentine’s Day since he was
on the boat but I expected him to call and say something sweet to me. He’s
usually pretty good about that. I waited ALL DAY! All I got were a couple of
text messages with the generic, “I miss you,” “Hope you’re having a good day,”
etc. As the day went on I got more and
more pissed. I could have let it go but because I’m a crazy, pregnant, psycho,
I didn’t. I forced myself to stay up until 11:59pm and I wished him a happy valentine's
day in a pretty hateful text. I then turned off my phone and went to bed. The
next day we were texting about it (because he didn’t have good service) and he was
trying to apologize. He sent me 5 texts back to back that said happy bday. Don’t believe me here’s proof:
I was so pissed about this I
couldn’t let it go for about a week. However, I have a plan. When Karl comes
home he promised to buy me flowers and take me to dinner. In my opinion, that’s
just a normal Saturday night. I want something more. So here’s what’s going to
go down. Karl is going to get dressed up and then leave the house and go buy me
something special (probably starburst and flowers – I’ll let him decide). Then
he has to come home and ring the door bell and ask me on a date. Then he has to
wait for me to get ready. We will go out to eat then we will go to the Redbox
where I will pick out the movie (because I never get to pick). Then we will
come home. In an effort not confuse Karl as to where the nights events will be
headed, I will immediately but on my pregnancy uniform. I went to Walgreens after
Valentine’s Day and bought a gigantic Russell Stover’s box of chocolate that’s
probably the size of my torso. I will
proceed to eat the entire box BY MYSELF! If I throw up I will come back and
finish the box when I’m done. Karl will then rub my feet while we watch the
movie and I’ll probably fall asleep. I
plan on sleeping in the middle of the bed (just like Karl always does) and
letting him fight to stay on the edge. In the morning, since I’ll still have my
pregnancy uniform on for safety, we will finish the rest of the movie. I think this sounds like a pretty solid plan.
I’ll let y’all know how it goes.
