It started out alright and spiraled down towards mild-but-annoying-disaster. Dad & The Darling Man got themselves drunk on Christmas’ Eve (it’s a man’s thing, you don’t understand, ahem) and mum unpacked her shiny Victorian attitude and went on lecturing for three days straight. So, thank you, family, you are a blast.
I feel weird. Apart from the general nausea-inducing weirdness of pregnancy (5w5d today) I’m in no mood for anything. I don’t like seeing people. I don’t like picking up the phone. I need the apartment re-painted for the baby. I need more space. I need some shelves to hold my books, which are stacked in the kitchen cabinets and strewn around the floor. I need a washing machine, ’cause I can’t stand the piles of dirty laundry waiting to be washed by hand anymore. And maybe I need some Klamath weed to live through the darkness of winter.
The shrink called to tell me he was down with a cold, so I decided not to risk it.
But holy weirdness. This must be hormonal.
3 responses so far ↓
yogamum // December 27, 2007 at 5:39 pm
Sounds like early nesting syndrome — you’re lucky, the urge to paint/organize/move/decorate often doesn’t hit until the last trimester when you have no time to get things done
The hormonal stuff can be quite a ride.
Hugs!!!!
wyrdbyrd // December 28, 2007 at 7:19 am
Definitely hormones. Take care of yourself.
Mary (MPJ) // December 28, 2007 at 7:34 am
Hormones are completely insanity inducing. The best thing about my second pregnancy was being able to recognize that I was in an altered state and be confident that I’d be back to myself sometime after breastfeeding was over! Hang in there.
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