I have always been a somewhat moody and slightly overdramatic person. When I was on the pill, my PMS was kept at bay, and my husband didn't really ever have to take the brunt of my moodiness. Now, however...well, let's just it's a not like that anymore. I have become completely irrational and very easily irritable and angry. I can also cry at a laundry detergent commercial.
On the Fourth, we had his twin and their cousin over for a cookout. They brought along a friend, which in retrospect was fine. Given how completely wiped I have been, all I wanted to do was sleep all day. Alas, many bathroom runs during the night make it hard to get a good night's sleep. I woke up really early, and was starving and had to eat. This began the tooth debaucle (see below). After the morning had quieted, I decided that I wanted to take a nap. Ben was playing gui.tar hero, and had promised to clean up the guest room for the impending inlaw visit. We had discussed what time the cookout would take place, and I was therefore not expecting anyone until 4, giving me plenty of time to do something with my hair and face, and make my apple pie. It was 1:30 when I laid down to sleep, and Ben was going to wake me at 2:30 or 3.
At 1:45 there was pounding on the front door. I hauled myself out of bed, and in the 5 minutes this took, my husband had hooked up an extra guitar controller, pushed back the coffee table, and there were beer cans everywhere. Are you freakin kidding me? I lost it.
When my husband came into the bedroom to investigate, I was bawling. He didn't understand what the big deal was, it was a holiday weekend and blah blah blah. I went on a rant explaining to him how I hate it when the furniture is moved. He asked "Seriously, what is wrong with you?" My response... "H-h-h-hormones..."
This is just one example of how rapidly my mood changes and my irrational thought process. The other day I started to cry during a diaper commerical.
Ah hormones, another magical part of pregnancy.