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So....tonight my hormones have gone a little crazy. I was making dinner, and I forgot a step (adding water to the pan with potatoes so they roast), and so my red potatoes wouldn't get soft enough to smash. I even got DH to come in and try and smash them, they wouldn't smash. So my solution to the problem? Break down sobbing about how I ruined dinner, and failed at my job. DH just stared at me in disbelief and then he started laughing because he couldn't believe I was crying over dinner. I calmed down, with lots of hugs and reassurance that I didn't ruin dinner. But almost lost it again when we broke the smasher. *sigh*
Anyone elses hormones making them do crazy things?
This sounds like me several nights ago! DH is used to it now. He'll usually roll his eyes when he thinks I'm not looking, making an attempt at a soothing comment, then help me "fix" whatever the problem is. I pride myself in being pretty calm and level headed even through pregnancy, but when I do go off on a hormonal rage ... watch out!
09/03 - 09/06 - 06/13
"Would I rather be feared or loved? Um ... easy, both. I want people to be afraid of how much they love me." - Michael Scott
I definitely had a little fit yesterday. We got home from shopping and I was real hungry, so I heated up my 3 year's left over burger from the night before and was ready to take a bite when he comes in the kitchen and says "Mommy, I want to eat my burger now" and obviously I couldn't just eat it in front of him so I handed the plate over and broke down in tears when he left. Ugh, I don't even know why! The weather has really been sucking lately and I miss seeing the sun. This seems like the longest winter of my life and that's been making me super crabby. And having been cooped up in the house with each other all winter and everybody's sick of every indoor playground we've been to, my poor kids have spring fever like I've never seen in my life and they are just hyped out of their little minds.
I definitely have prego brain. Forgetting stuff all the time. Last night I started messing around, cleaning stuff and was going to start dinner at a certain time so it would be done when SO got home. Well, I kept looking at the clock thinking it was 6-something. I happened to catch a glance at the microwave and it was 7:30! SO gets off work at 7:30 so I started scrambling. Luckily he was 20 minutes late getting home and I had chosen a quick dinner...but I almost lost it. I also almost started crying at the hospital yesterday because they do ultrasounds different than what I'm used to in Pittsburgh. They told my mom she couldn't come back with me until measurements were done and I got to see the baby. WHAT? F - YOU lady! - is how I felt and I very nearly needed a tissue because I started tearing up. It all ended up fine, but for whatever reason it really frustrated me. Haha.
I also convinced myself that SO had done something or needed to tell me something awful because when he talked to me on his lunch break at work yesterday, he sounded all upset or down or weird or something. I stressed about that all day...he comes home, kisses me as usual and is back to his upbeat self. They had just had a rough first part of the shift is all.