Tuesday, March 10, 2009

hitting the wall.

I've been feeling especially lethargic for the past few days and am convinced that I got a brand new batch of pregnancy hormones. I get tired much faster when I'm out running with Kainoa (who is a total speed demon, btw!) and find myself huffing and puffing every time I get to the top of the stairs in my house. It's not unbearable by any means, but just feels like I'm out of shape. Sad.

I've also noticed an increase in my "low-tolerance" moments. These days I hit the wall much quicker than I used to. Before, if I was hungry and there wasn't food immediately at arms length I could suppress the hunger pains and still be pleasant until I found something to eat. Not anymore! If I'm hungry and you are within 5 feet of me, it is your job to find me food or suffer the consequences.

If I'm tired, I could easily power through in the days before baby. But now, grouchiness ensues in full effect. I've even had moments where I feel so tired that I start to feel sick. There I am with my head on the pillow ready for Mr. Sandman but Brian is talking to me. I literally just need him to be quiet lest I throw up all over him (or feel like I will anyway).

But the most interesting low-tolerance moment happened at a baby shower I was at this past week. People talking all around me, three young kids jumping and screaming nearby and I started to feel the room closing in on me. Claustrophobia-like! This never happens. I had to stare at my lap to calm myself as I'm sure screaming out loud would be inappropriate as my friend opened her presents. At one point, I had to escape to the bathroom just to gain composure.

But the BEST was the other night when I started crying for no reason at all. Well, Brian and I were disagreeing about something but I completely overreacted and started crying. As I'm crying, I'm fully aware that I'm being totally irrational and silly. I even start laughing at myself a bit cause it's preposterous for me to be crying. But I seriously could not control it.

Sigh. I am becoming such a cliche.

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