“The night with the bread…” Pregnancy hormones got the better of me.
Woah, pregnancy is full on! Anyone remember those pregnancy hormones? Or, maybe you’re experiencing them now? They’re strong right?!
I feel like I handled my pregnancy emotions pretty well (friends, feel free to correct me if I’m wrong!) but there were definitely occasional times where they got the better of me. I was reminded of one such time the other day after reading a pregnant friend’s Facebook post.
One evening, when I was about six months pregnant, the hubby was out at work. I was home, feeling nauseous and a bit sorry for myself. I imagine I was binge watching some terribly trashy TV series. I really struggled the whole time I was pregnant with nausea so if there wasn’t someone in the house to cook for me I often couldn’t face eating dinner .
We’d run out of bread and a piece of toast with butter was the only food I could even begin to imagine eating so I sent a desperate text to the hubby to return home with some. He replied in the affirmative so I snuggled up in bed and waited for my bread.
When he returned home empty handed, I don’t know what came over me. Actually, I do. Hormones. I burst into tears and became totally inconsolable. It was horrific. Like, possibly the most upset I’ve ever been. And, it was completely irrational.
The poor guy went right back out to get me some bread. Now, the unfortunate twist here is that I was gluten-free at the time and couldn’t eat regular bread and it wasn’t easy to come by in our local shops. He went to the Co-op. No bread. Then, on to Waitrose. No bread. My husband can’t drive so he ran quite a distance to these shops but at these point he’d run out of local options.
I can’t imagine how he must have felt jogging back to his completely irrational, ugly-crying wife. Suffice to say I was pretty hard to console, and I think I probably went to bed weeping about my lack of bread. How ridiculous.
Now, I’m sure I’m not alone here. What were your most irrational pregnancy hormone moments?