On Tuesday, I lost my Blackberry.
I was driving home from a meeting and called my husband to ask him what he would like to
eat from my recent favourite fast-food joint (note: I ordered DOUBLE the food he did. What does this tell you?). I finished talking to him, put down my phone, and went through the drive-thru.
Then I got home. And there was no phone. I couldn’t find it in my purse, on the seat of my car, on the floor of my car, in any of the cup holders…it was totally gone. And I lost my mind. LOST IT.
It was 9:30pm, pitch dark outside, and I was crawling around my car with my 7 month pregnant belly completely in the way searching for my phone. And bawling. Then yelling at my husband (you’re welcome for the show, neighbours) because he was upset with me for crawling around my car in the dim light over a silly phone and not letting him help (him, with the flashlight and the no-belly).
So I came inside after much arguing and sobbed. I finally understood why people call it a Big, Ugly Cry, because was it ever ugly. It was one of those dramatic, Young & the Restless cries that defies logic and serves only to cover your face with streams of jet black mascara to compliment your red nose as you sit, a crumpled mess, in the most uncomfortable position that you can’t seem to get out of.
I sobbed for at least an hour. Over a missing phone at the beginning but at some point it probably turned into a cry over something else. Meanwhile, my ever panicking husband searched for it and practically begged me to stop crying (or shut up- I was sobbing too loud to really hear him).
This is pretty much typical of me in the past few weeks. A ridiculous hormonal mess who is up one moment and beside herself the next. The only person who hasn’t suffered the wrath of my hormonal imbalance is The Boy- I save all my crazy for husband or any unfortunate family member who happens to call at the wrong time.
I remember feeling this way when I was pregnant with The Boy, but it seems magnified times a million right now. I think the stress of moving, working full time, not getting nearly enough sleep, and general irritation has finally caught up with me.
My pregnancy hormones seem to only be soothed by 1) fast food (I know, it’s true though) and 2) being left alone. Completely alone- except for delivery of said fast food.
Am I alone here? Anyone else care to regale me with tales of their hormonal breakdowns during pregnancy?
*to finish my Blackberry story- I found it the next morning. In my purse. Where I had looked a million times through makeup stained tears.
Theses sensitive issues should be taken seriously.
Hahaha! Great post!
I once started bawling at the movie concession stand when my server told me they were out of Dill Pickle seasoning for my popcorn. The poor 16 year old behind the counter thought I was insane as I sobbed and begged him to go to the back room to see if he could find any for me. My husband wanted to run away he was so embarrassed by me…:P
You’re almost there Sarah! Hang on. I wrote before about my ferocious meltdown…when I befriended the Home Depot guy. I think it’s fully understandable buddy – you’re doing great. Hang on. I had that big ugly cry this morning and I’m not even pregnant. I LOVED your Y&R description though….and please tell me you still ate the fast food….
In my purse. Where it always is- where I’d already checked.
I remember telling my husband the following: “I will smash your head in with this frying pan if you cook one more f*cking egg during this pregnancy. And don’t think I won’t you @$$hole!”
I had an aversion to eggs. He cooked one. One too many times. I lost it.
I think that the cry turns ugly when you realize how ridiculous it is that you’re crying and then wonder “wtf is wrong with me?” which makes you cry harder.
You’re in the home stretch my friend!
Oh, I know that cry. I did the big, ugly cry when pregnant with my first and my husband was giving me excuse after excuse to NOT work on the baby’s room. Yes, it was hot and no, we didn’t have air conditioning at the time (oh hells yes, we do now!)
I’ve done the big, ugly cry when not pregnant also, but we won’t go there!
I’m glad you found your phone!
HUGS
Oh that gave me a good laugh. You left the most important part out though… Where did you find your phone??
Yes, I told hubby to bring donuts home for me and when he forgot, I lost it… severely. I had my head in the cupboard, sobbing, red faced because there was nothing remotely close to a donut in there. The anger mixed with desperation, hunger, disappointment was all balled up. But during those hormonal moments, I hear the non hormonal me asking, why are you crying over a donut? Ai quickly shut that lady up by justifying it was a CHOCOLATE GLAZE!
Oh, you poor darling… we all understand, I’m sure!! I can’t remember the source of my last pregnancy-induced ugly cry, but I know I had them, and YES – somewhere in the later months especially. I know. I know.
And more than anything, a) I’m so happy you found your phone, and 2) that your husband is helpful and is a good man… 🙂
It’s almost over, doll. Nearly. YAY!!