I Want to Punch My Pregnant Hormones in the Face

I have now reached the super hormonal part of my pregnancy.  Sure, the entire 9 months is a hormonal roller coaster, but for me, the hormones seem to really kick in about halfway through. (See my post from last time about hormones).  I don’t remember being a super hormonal teenager – though that’s probably just because I was in it and didn’t know any better.  But with pregnancy hormones, it’s like the entirety of puberty all condensed into 9 (relatively short) months.  I simultaneously want to cry, laugh, and scream.

The other day Aaron and I were talking about living wills and advanced directives (spurred by the pregnant woman who was forced to stay on life support even though she was brain dead because the hospital thought it was mandated by law to grow a fetus inside a corpse . . . but that’s a whole different can of worms). Anyway, we were talking about end of life decisions, which is a very important discussion to have, and a topic we have discussed before on many occasions.  However, this time, mid-conversation, I immediately burst into tears.  Couldn’t help it, didn’t really see it coming, just BOOM: bawling mess of tears.  I had to tell Aaron through my sobs, “I’m sorry, but I think I’m a bit too hormonal to have this conversation right now.”  Then I got angry with myself about it because I tend to be a very logical, rational person when it comes to topics like that.

Then the other day, I got a work email that made me want to cry.  I don’t like crying at the office.  It makes me feel like a silly woman (not that being a woman is inherently silly, but it makes me feel like there is reason for the stereotype of the “silly woman” . . . which there is not).  And this particular email was not personal.  The person wasn’t being mean or rude at all.  It was just me, taking things way too personally, which is what pregnant hormones do apparently.

One place I have always been emotional, however, is watching entertainment.  (I’m the girl who still can’t get through “All Dogs Go to Heaven” without a box of Kleenex nearby.) However it’s even worse now!  Pretty much anytime there’s a Cheerios commercial on TV, I have to leave the room or risk tears instantly streaming down my face.  Have you seen this commercial? 

Or this one?

Darn you Cheerios!  They get me very time I see them (just re-watching them to link them in my blog has now made me a blubbering mess)! 

What’s the toll of all this hyper-emotional sensitivity? It makes me angry that I’m being emotional at all, which makes me want to scream and punch something.  Since I can’t punch people a) because that would get me in trouble, b) because I’m not really the punching people type person and c) because it’s completely irrational to punch someone else when I’m the one taking things too personally.  So instead, I want to punch my hormones.  I want to punch my pregnant hormones in the face!  (That is, if they had faces.) Ah well, I guess it will all be over in a couple months . . . then I’ll get to deal with new mom/sleep deprivation hormones . . . Yay!

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