lately in pictures + raging hormones


^^ his face! I keep looking at this one and just laughing. oh my goofy, perfect little boy.

^^ derp.

^^ that picture takes the cake, no? come on mom! let's go! he is the cutest thing ever and I can't get enough.

So let's talk for a minute about pregnancy hormones.

I've heard some good stories in my life about crazy pregnancy hormones. I love them, these stories. It's not fun being the crazy pregnant woman but can't we all laugh about it afterwards?!

When I was pregnant with my J man I felt very proud of myself for somehow maintaining sanity and not having any crazy pregnancy hormone melt downs. I mean sure, I cried during commercials and I cried when we bought his first onesie and I cried when I couldn't find my toothbrush and I cried when there was not one good excuse to be crying at all. But I never had a really good hormone-crazed story to tell, which is both unfortunate and fortunate all at the same time.

So here I am and there is this guy that lives with me. Because he lives with me he has the pleasure of being around me more than anyone else. And oh boy are there things that are hard to put up with. I can't keep up with dirty dishes and I refuse to scrub toilets. I'm not a good driver, and by golly I have no sense of direction whatsoever. I always rip the cereal bags all the way down the side when I open them. I forget to cut out the box tops. I tend to break things a lot. I spend too much money shopping. I somehow never remember to gas up the car.

But if we're being honest, and not to brag but, if there is one thing that I'm really really good at, it's loving this guy who has to live with me from now until forever. I'm good at loving him and supporting him and scratching his back and giving him kisses and lifting him up and being his best friend. And apparently, who knew but apparently, I'm really good at not having crazy pregnancy hormone attacks on him. Sometimes I think to myself, this guy has it eee-zzzz. I mean I'm not perfect, but I'm not a rage of pregnancy crazed hormones and that's something, isn't it?


There is always a but.

BUT... I am a rage of hormones towards anyone who is not my husband. I mean, you win some and you lose some, am I right?

To anyone I work with, to family, to old friends, to new friends, to my boss, to the stranger that's walking too slow in front of me at the grocery store. To them, I am a bit of a crazy-raging-mess.

I find right now that I'm either insanely in like with someone so much that it makes me want to cry, like: oh she is the sweetest and the cutest and oh how I love her so much! OR you can do one thing to really peeve me and BAM, I suddenly become pretty irrational, like: ARRRGGHHHH I WILL PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE DON'T EVER TALK TO ME AGAIN I CAN'T EVEN STAND TO LOOK AT YOU. And you guys, I'm anti violence. I mean I would never punch someone in the face on a good, not-pregnant day.

Anyone who is currently on my list is probably there for something pathetically stupid, and I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do to help it! Everyone makes me so mad lately! I'm sorry! I don't know what to do about it!

It's sort of ridiculous.

But the hubs is just rejoicing that he gets the pathetically in love with hormones, instead of the raging I will punch you in the face ones.

And anyway. I'll give you some advice: just tell me that I'm pretty and give me pizza, and that will give you a 95% chance that you won't be on "my list".

Other than that, and the fact that I have the hip aches of a 90 year old woman, and my crazy appetite that ensures there is the right kind of food going into my belly at any given moment during the day (oh our wallets! save our bank account and just give me free food! I can't stop buying fooooodddd!) ...well other than those, this pregnancy really is flying by and turning out to be pretty special. I feel so connected to this little one, and as cliche as it sounds I just love him so much already. It's really all very spiritual and satisfying. I mean, when you get past the hard parts of pregnancy of course. There are some, I suppose. ;)

And now today is FRIDAY and I think we all know how I feel about that. I love me some weekend.



  1. Well, you ARE pretty (and have RIDICULOUSLY good style). Now I just wish I was there to give you a pizza. And I hear you on the hormones. I was INSANE when I was pregnant with Jack. All over the place. I'm currently trying to repress those memories....... :)

    1. Haha don't worry, even without the pizza you are definitely not on my list! ;) And at least you have good stories to laugh about now, right? Or too soon?? ;) It's really insane how much these hormones take over ANY rational thinking.