I am officially pregnant and crazy. Like CRAAAAAZY. I’m probably a little crazy when I’m not pregnant, but the hormonal imbalance of pregnancy has made me do and say things that I have never thought of doing before.
It started in January, when I woke up one day and told my husband, we’re selling the house and buying something bigger.
End of story- no arguing (although I think he was ready to move as well). Within a week, we’d listed our house, sold in 8 days and bought a new house in 9 days. Just like that. We move on April 29th into the nicest house…I can’t even believe we get to live in it. That being said, what was I THINKING?? I’m 8 months pregnant, suffering from evil crotch pain and random pregnancy annoyances, and I’m trying to pack 4 years worth of clutter and furniture. And, while I have the best friends and husband who offer to do everything for me, I have those control issues that can’t allow someone else to go through all my stuff. So I’m a massive, complaining cow, packing boxes and muttering under my breath who’s stupid idea was this, anyway?
Moving forward to March, when the crazies really took over. Milk in the cupboard, cereal in the fridge. Screaming and crying fits that come out of nowhere. The threat to castrate husband because he didn’t clean up ALL the hairs in the sink after shaving (and I think he was scared I really meant it, because that sink has SHONE ever since). Uncontrollable anger over the silliest comments from a colleague that meant nothing and never would have offended me on a regular day. Booking off the wrong days at work and showing up for an OB appointment two days early. Crazy.
But last night, I knew the pregnancy crazies had really taken over. I’ve been having bouts of pregnancy insomnia- usually starting at 3am and lasting until 5am…when I have to get up for work anyway. I decided that I needed a hobby. Something that I could do to pass the time while I’m up in the middle of the night or when I, you know, have down time with two kids at home… so I ordered a book on knitting. Because that’s the hobby I decided, at 3am, I would totally like to take up and spend all my free (heh.) time on. Knitting. Now, no offence to knitters, because I love me a handmade sweater for the baby, but I know myself and there is no way on God’s green earth that I am EVER going to knit. Not only do I have zero crafty talent, but I have zero interest in actually knitting. It just sounded like an AWESOME idea at 3am while this crazy preggo was trying to think of things to keep herself occupied. I also ordered a book on cross stitch. Again…it ain’t gonna happen. I am not even positive where those ideas could have come from and what would have possessed me to scour Amazon.ca in an attempt to find the highest rated book on how to knit.
Thankfully, the clarity of 9am has allowed me to cancel my orders and return to a state of mild sanity. I, instead, will order some good books from the library and use my insomnia as a chance to read (something I will actually do). But knitting…really? I can only blame pregnancy crazies for that one.
Any good (crazy) things you did while pregnant that you want to share??