The Cyclone of Pregnancy Hormones

I’m trying to keep myself quite calm and measured whilst I write this post, but the reality is… I’m fuming. I’m angry and disgruntled and ready to snap. Little Pickle’s Dad (LPD) left the house over 6 hours ago and has yet to return. He often volunteers at the weekend at a nearby National Trust property – which I think is lovely and I’m very proud of him – but his ‘I won’t be long, sweet’ did not prepare me for pretty much a whole day on my tod. Is it just me, or does ‘won’t be long’ maybe equate to 2-3 hours? NOT 6+ HOURS AND COUNTING.

Now, I know my own body. I know that the pregnancy hormones coursing through me are making me react disproportionately. This has been happening with more and more regularity these days and as much as I’m trying to keep it under control, it’s pretty hard. I’m the happiest I think I’ve ever been in general day-to-day life but weirdly, the most prone to breaking out into tears for the tiniest of things. Fits of rage consume me and I’ve been known to flounce out of a room, take myself off to bed or (most often) snap something horrible and catty at poor LPD.

When he suggested he might want to get a new job before Pickle is born (and therefore making himself illegible for paternity leave), the following words left my mouth before I even knew it: ‘Brilliant, when your first born child doesn’t recognise you because you haven’t spent any time with them, it’s okay. You can console yourself with the fact you earn an extra £1 an hour‘. I don’t think that went down very well.

Overreacting Pregnant Lady

The thing is, I think with everything I’ve gotten annoyed at – it’s been justified. The situation or event has been suitably annoying or frustrating but ordinarily, I can just cope better. And then I just wind myself up because I don’t want to become an unreasonable, angst-ridden mess which sets me off even more. I’ve turned into some crazy nightmare version of myself and my own worst enemy.

Uh oh. LPD just rang. He’s finally on his way home. He asked if I wanted him to pick anything up for our return.

My reply?

Milk. And a replacement husband for the one who’s abandoned me all day.

‘Anything else, sweet?’

The last 6 hours of my life back?

Hormones.

6 Comments

  1. December 12, 2015 / 5:07 pm

    I completely sympathise! I take a lot out on my hubby and feel bad when I do but I physically can’t help myself! He also did a little disappearing act today – going to get his hair cut and returning 4 1/2 hours later! He brought me food back and I went off at him for it being the wrong food. It’s amazing how pregnancy can turn you in to a stroppy teen over night!

    • December 12, 2015 / 5:23 pm

      This is hilarious! LPD just did the exact same – brought food back with him to try and appease me. But really don’t fancy any of the food he bought. Our poor husbands, they can’t do right for doing wrong can they?!

  2. December 12, 2015 / 5:29 pm

    I enjoyed reading this… I actually love having alone time, so it’s usually the opposite, I can’t get him away long enough, for me. Haha! I think writing about is brilliant as I’m sure it helped displace some of the anxiety. Happy thoughts, mama!

    • December 12, 2015 / 5:44 pm

      Thankfully, Little Pickle’s Dad has returned and I am back to being a happy bunny. Cup of tea made and snacks in abundance. It’s funny, when I loved with my parents as part of a big family, time alone was HEAVENLY but now it’s just hubby and I – I really love the time we spend together. I need to relearn how to spend time happily on my own again. Thanks for visiting. LPMx

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