As I mentioned yesterday, pregnancy is turning me into a crazy person. The hormones are wacko, and so am I.
Most of the time, I am pretty much myself. But when I get tired, I cry very easily. And also, just like the first trimester, I am tired all the time in the third trimester. What a fun combination.
A few weeks ago, Tom and I went on a double date with some friends, Jared and Eryn. At dinner, we were telling them crazy hormone stories.
Jared asked me what was the dumbest thing I had cried over during pregnancy. I had to pause and think about it because there have been a few. But I now officially have my answer.
A few days ago, Tom and I were decorating our house for Christmas. We were having fun, listening to Christmas music, and getting excited about our favorite holiday of the year. Somewhere in the middle of putting ribbon on the garland-wrapped stair-rail, I was just overcome with the need to cry.
For no reason whatsoever.
I simply wanted to cry. More than that, I couldn’t stop myself. Tom came up to where I was and saw my face. “What’s wrong??”
Me: “Nothing. Really. I just feel like crying.”
Tom is now getting a weird smile on his face- the kind you get when you try not to laugh at something ridiculous but that doesn’t seem ridiculous to the other person. “That’s okay. You can cry. Go ahead.”
Now I’m smiling…and tears are slipping down my face. “I don’t know why, I just want to!….And I just need you to hold me!”
This is a fact- when I cry, wherever he is, Tom needs to stop what he’s doing and come be my shoulder to cry on. That’s not a pregnancy thing; it’s a Meghan thing.
And then the tears really started to fall. I mean, for no reason AT ALL, I was sobbing.
Tom sat on the step next to me and let me cry. And then, in the middle of crying, I just started laughing.
I mean, it was absurd. Why was I crying? It felt so good to cry, but it was so ridiculous.
So here we are, sitting on the stairs, Christmas music playing, lights twinkling from our tree and garland, ribbon in my lap, and me bawling into Tom’s shoulder and laughing at the same time.
Wow. I always had heard that pregnant women can be a little crazy, but this was seriously the weirdest display of that so far for me.
Don’t worry. I felt fine afterward, and I have been generally upbeat the whole pregnancy. I guess that’s just what happens, sometimes, when two humans try to live in the same body. Especially two females.
I look forward to regaining my clothes, my body, and my sanity once this baby girl arrives.
Tom just wants to quit riding shotgun in a vehicle headed straight to crazy-town.