Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Weekly Womb #34

There we were. Sitting in the doctors office. The nurse had just left and managed to really tick me off. It wasn't' really anything in particular she did. It was just that she was there. With what seems to be no purpose. Besides to weigh me and take my blood pressure. Which I can totally do from home. It just irritated me that when she asked me "how are you feeling?" that she really didn't want to hear how I was feeling. Nor, did she intend to answer any of my questions. Which we had several things to ask about. Such as, incessant ice chewing, sore who-ha, and a few more...But I know, that no matter what I would say to her or ask, she will always say, "well, just tell the doctor when she comes in". Which is fine. But why even ask?


So, what did I do? Even though I knew I shouldn't, I told her I had a sore who-ha. And sure enough, she said, "OK, just tell the doctor when she comes in". And even though it probably sounds like not such a big deal, I was REALLY irritated.


Irritated to the point that when she walked out of the room and my husband asked me if I liked my new mini-van, I burst into tears. The truth is, I was having a hard time adjusting to the new mini-van that morning. I mean I got the mini-van (which was what I wanted) and he got the car I had been driving. A beautiful, fully-equipped Outback. And that was a pretty little thing that I drove. But I wanted the minivan. For my kiddos. And our GIGANTIC dog. And boy did I get a mini-van. A 5 years older than my Outback minivan. WITHOUT a clicker to open the door even. And to top that off, I couldn't figure out how to set my favorite radio stations. It all made me a little sensitive. So, I just started bawling. And my husband looked confused.


So, I wiped away the tears and gathered my composure. My husband, seeing that I was obviously a little extra-emotional, decided to change the subject. He then said, "oh man, you should have seen Leighton when I went downstairs to get him this morning. he was so happy".


Normally that would be a really neat conversation-starter. Normally moms would be happy to hear that their precious little boy was happy when he woke up. But, not this emotional, hormonal mess. Nope, I turned my head and glared at him. His eyes got wide as he saw mine fill with tears. And, there it went again. The waterworks were flowing. It was a pretty amazing sight I'm sure. And from there, my husband decided not to say anymore.

So, that's how week 34 has been going for me.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

Shanny... You need to get a grip on things! ha ha ha.... See ya

Your Bro

Valerie said...

You tell your BRO that until he has a watermel0n sized baby in his abdomen and experiences the ups and downs of pregnancy hormones he can tell NO ONE to get a grip. Even if it was joke.

OK now that I have that off my chest. May I say hang in there sweetie. It will all be worth it and even though it's hard to be all emotional it's normal. You and L should come over an play some time soon. We miss you. Love you!

Shannon Joy said...

I agree with Valerie here. My so-called BRO doesn't have a clue what it's like to do this thing so he can just stick it! HAAAA-just kiding. Sort of. Yes, Valerie, we should get the kids together. Maybe tomorrow? This week has been super busy and crazy but it should slow down soon. I hope....

HOME...the most important place on earth said...

Oh Shannon...I totally feel for you...hormones are a BUGGER when you're pregnant...know that
1. you are still adorable as a pregnant momma and
2. that the emotional roller coaster will totally be worth it once you smell that precious babe for the first time and hold them in your arms...hang in there! :)

Leslie said...

Thanks for making all pregnant women out there feel normal!! haha Seriously though Shannon, I have had some pretty irrational and emotional spells during my pregnancy and thought something was wrong with me...so thanks for sharing your stories:)
Love ya!

Laurie said...

Hang in there mom-to-be. Easy to say for those of us who are done with that stage of life. (Although I did get a comment from a certain D-I-L recently.)You are so cute pregnant. When I was, I sure didn't look that cute. You are a wonderful mom to our grandchildren and its ok to let tears flow, at least you know your tear ducts work...

Shannon Joy said...

Awwww- you guys are all so great for saying those things! I'm so lucky to have such great people in my life- Mawahhhh-now I'm bawling AGAIN! Just kidding, but I could very easily be though....

Lindsay said...

Girl - I SO know your who-ha pain...and I know I've said that before, but it's true: Misery loves company. I found a friend who truely knows the pain I am in from the PSD/SPD and I tell you what - just knowing that I'm not the only "crazy" in the world makes me feel a whole lot more "sane." :-) So hang in there. I'd listen about your who-ha pain if I were a nurse!We're almost there!!