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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