Jen just emailed me about how she can't stop crying now that she is pregnant. I wrote her back and told her she will only get crazier. I decided I would share with all of you an example of how crazy I got during my pregnancy.
One night Rob and I were having one of our pregnancy fights** I think this particular fight was over the cat. So we are arguing. It's a good fight. You know the kind where I go into ugly cry, combined with choking sobbing, mixed with a bit of sniffles, and just for good measure a little of that heaving sob sob sob where you can't catch your breath kind of crying. Oh yeah I was throwing it all out at him. I was trying to explain to him that I couldn't control my words because I was pregnant. Oh yeah, I was totally wearing nothing but a tank top, underwear*** and a huge ass pregnant belly. So we are fighting and he decides he is going to leave. I get pissed and grab his keys, run in the bedroom and hide them. HA! So he decides he will play some Playstation while I am hiding his keys. This is where it gets bad. This is where I'm surprised I'm still married. I walk out into the living room to find him playing SoCom and...
I UNPLUG ALL OF THE CORDS TO HIS PLAY STATION AND THROW THEM AND STORM OUT OF THE ROOM!
Do you hear that noise....That one right there, its the collective Oh no she didn't, from every man on the planet.
At this point I'm lucky he hasn't shot me and left me on the lawn for all the neighbors to see. So I do the only logical thing I can think of. I sit on the bed, wait till I hear the game turn on and run back in the living room, shoot him the meanest look I can and I rip out all of the cords again and throw them at him AGAIN. I storm back out of the room, get in bed and go to sleep satisfied that I have won the battle!
The next morning, Rob was terrified to come with in two feet of me. I however was over the night before and all I wanted to do was cuddle and hug and kiss......He didn't know what in the hell to do with me.
**Pregnancy fights: Fights started by emotional pregnant wife with no purpose of meaning. These are usually about something huge like turning the toilet paper the wrong way or having a smelly fart.
***90% of my fights for some reason take place with me in my underwear!
4.11.2007
This one is for Jen
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Yeah, we have many of these pregnancy flights too... I am gonna let Jarret read this blog so he knows that I am not the only crazy, hormonal pregnant wife ;) I am bad too... He says that I am meaner and moodier than ever :( I try not to be but apparently I am :(
Kudos to our "poor husbands" putting up with us ;))
I'm with YOU and JULIA!! Gob! I don't know why I am so CRAZY! But it especially gets bad when I am hungry and tired and he is not getting his ass in gear fast enough and I start FREAKING OUT because DOESN'T HE FUCKING KNOW HOW HUNGRY AND TIRED AND PREGNANT I AM!?!?
I AM CHARGED WITH THE SOLE DUTY OF PROTECTING A NURTURING HIS CHILD IN UTERO FOR THE NEXT 7 AND A HALF MONTHS! THE LEAST HE COULD DO IS PUT HIS SHOES ON AND RUN!!! TO THE CAR WHEN I AM READY TO GO TO DINNER.
After all, III would do it for him!
;)
You pregnant people are all freaking funny as hell! I love reading your blogs for the simple fact that I know what you post will be comical, but then your comments are just as good. I don't have to be prego...I get to live through you guys!! :P
I didn't fight with my husband too much, but I was still very emotional. I cried about really stupid shit - a bad day at school, a flat tire, a crapy dinner, etc. I am not typically an emotional person, so my husband was a little freaked out.
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