Hormones....they are "on fire."

So, I really have no excuse for my absence besides the fact that I just have not been in the mood to write. So, totally going against all "how to be a good blogger" rules, I decided to not write until the mood hit me.

It finally hit me the other day, so here I am again.

I don't have much to say about the last twenty something days, but that the pregnancy hormones are now a raging these days or I should say they are "on fire."

This pregnancy has been the complete opposite of my pregnancy with Olivia. So much so, I can understand why other women actually decide to have more than one child. Honestly after my pregnancy with Olivia, I never could see how other women could "just Love to be pregnant." Now I'm not running around screaming "I love being pregnant!!!" but I can say this pregnancy has been much kinder to me than my last. I've only been sick a hand full of times (six exactly, but who's counting), besides a couple of weeks in the first trimester, I've had energy. I've even felt up working out several times a week, which was not the case the first time around. Needless to say, overall I cannot complain. However, the hormones are a different story.

Yesterday I was honestly mad all day long that the garbage truck was late picking up our trash. Seriously.

I complained about it ALL.DAY.LONG.

My poor friend called me early yesterday morning and I'm sure ten minutes into the text conversation she was wishing she wasn't the first to have called me yesterday.

Because I really was whining to her about how my trash had yet to be picked up, all while she had bigger issues like a bean her son had gotten stuck up his nose and not trying to get sucker punched during a  middle school brawl that occurred right in front of her (she's a middle school teacher, she doesn't just hang out at middle schools).  I know you are feeling sorry for me at the moment. I promise I have bigger issues in life than my trash man not coming on time and yes, I'm pretty sure she was rolling her eyes at me at some point during our conversation.

Blame it on the hormones.

Later that night, I was craving some Chick-fil-a something fierce. Normally we eat at Chick-fil-a every Thursday night after dance, but after a loving disagreement with my husband over the weekend (a whole different post in itself), I was trying to prove a point and had decided to put a meal in the crockpot for after dance instead of our usual Thursday night date. Well, I was craving it anyways and went by myself to get Chick-fil-a while my family ate what I had fixed (yes, that's the kind of mother I am). On the way home from feeding my pregnant lady cravings, I found myself bawling over Alicia Key's "Girl on Fire" which was playing on the radio.

Seriously?!?!?! Get a grip, Amber!!!

Once again, blame it on the hormones.

See, aren't you glad I haven't been around the past few weeks?

Asking for prayers for my poor family (and friends)....we've got a long way to go with this pregnancy.

And I'm certain I will not be hearing from that same friend early this morning.

Oh, and I may or may not had to come home and download "Girl on fire." Now I can bawl all I want.

Happy Weekend.


Anonymous said…
I completely get the hormone thing...except I don't have pregnancy to blame it on :D
Amy K.
Kameron said…
Pregnancy hormones are the worst! You know you're being irrational but there is nothing you can do about it when you are caught up in the moment. :)
Jennifer said…
I am right there with you on the hormones. Anything sad comes on the radio or on TV I am bawling. Let alone the temper flaring for now reason, talk about 0-60. Oh the joys of being pregnant.
Jennifer said…
Pregnancy hormones are nuts. At least we have something to blame our crazy on for nine months! (o:

And great, now I want Chickfila! (o:
Cunz Family said…
I went to 3 stores to find wild berry skittles last week. And I was pissed that Publix (the first place I went) didn't have them. And that made me mad for most of that day...I hear ya :)

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