Goodness,
pregnancy hormones are insane. It’s kind
of like the emotional turmoil of PMS . . . but lasting for 9 months! I am definitely more hormonal these days. It seems like even in just the past week or
so, it has gotten worse. You remember I
mentioned that one of the early indications that I was pregnant was that I
started crying at a Folgers commercial – well, today I started tearing up at a
news story (can’t remember what).
A
note to all of the non-pregnant people out there: pregnant ladies will take
EVERYTHING personally. If you are going
to comment on her belly, there are really only two ways to do it. Say, “It’s so cute!” Or “You look good!” Or, the best one I’ve gotten so far, “I can
be having a bad day, but the moment you and your pregnant belly come into the
room, it just makes me happy” (said to
me by our building receptionist . . . thanks Christina!) Basically, give her some positive
feedback. And never, EVER tell her she
looks “round,” “motherly” or “fat” (seriously, I’ve had people tell me this and
I wanted to reach over and smack them!).
Here’s the thing: when commenting on a belly, you can’t win. If you tell a pregnant woman she is “big”
then she will think she’s gaining too much weight. But then if you tell her she’s still so
“small,” she’ll take offense and get a complex that she’s not gaining enough
weight.
One
weird, but positive thing about the hormones is this (prepare yourself, it’s
going to sound super cheesy): Aaron almost always seems to make me happy. Maybe it’s a weird evolutionary thing, but
the moment he walks in the door, my mood automatically lifts. Maybe it’s because he’s been so good about
telling me that he’s glad I’m carrying his baby. Maybe it’s that he brings me flowers now for
no particular reason. I don’t know. It’s weird, but I like it. I’m not sure if
this happens to other pregnant ladies, but I have definitely noticed a sharp uptick
in my mood when my baby daddy is around.
He’s also really good about saying whatever I need to hear at that
particular moment in time. If I’m
feeling too big or too small, it doesn’t matter, he can talk me back into a calm
state.
I’ve
discovered that one answer to hormone craziness (seriously, I wanted to punch
someone and/or cry for most of last week) is exercise. Yes, that laborious activity that most people
seem to want to avoid like the plague, is my cure-all drug (it was before pregnancy too, so I'm not sure if that makes a difference). I went to the gym the other night and felt SO
much better! I did a good half hour on
the elliptical and then did a bunch of arm weight training, followed by a
little stretching. I will admit, I was a
little jealous of all the people doing ab work.
I miss ab work! I also took a
yoga class from my good friend, Trevor.
He was great about giving me modified exercises to do. My body feels so much better today! I hadn’t realized how much tension I was
carrying in my neck and shoulders until now.
I might write an entire separate post on how different yoga feels now
than it did before pregnancy (hint: it felt like I hadn’t done yoga in about 5
years!)
Oh,
and update on my last post, my dad sent me the profile pic of me in the green
dress. Here it is:
Have a fantastic weekend everyone!!!
It's interesting because everyone in my life seems to be having a hyper-emotional time this week, too, and none of us have the excuse that you do! I'm a marshmallow on a normal day (I cry at commercials all the time), so lord help us all when/if I get pregnant.
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