Dang Pregnancy Hormones

The last few weeks I've been reminded of the emotional whiplash that goes on with pregnancy. Those hormones do a real number on me, and I'd conveniently managed to forget about it since I was pregnant with Liam. When I'm happy, I'm really happy, when I'm tired, I'm exhausted, and when I'm not in a good mood, look out world. I've also been fighting with a bit of a funk recently, so that hasn't been helping either.

The other night I was angry with Kevin. I started digging into him about something, and then he asked, "What are you so mad about?" And darn it if I couldn't remember. I don't get mad that easily, but this time I was really mad. Then the whole situation just seemed overwhelmingly unfair - I'm busy being all mad, and get so busy actually being mad that I can't remember why I'm mad. Those pregnancy hormones have a strange sense of humor. And, no, I still have no idea what was upsetting me.

This morning just to get out of the rut I've been in, I offered to take Liam to the local children's museum. He of course, was thrilled, and was talking about the exhibits he'd play with when we got there. Alas, we arove to find that I'd forgotten one crucial fact. The museum is closed on Mondays. I was really upset. And feeling quite stupid. Pregnancy hormones are fatal to memory, and I'd managed to forget that aspect of things as well.

Since we were in her town, I thought for a moment of calling Suzanne and asking if she and the kids were up for playdate. But then I remembered she's in Rome. So I asked Liam if he'd like to find a park and play and then go out to lunch. That was a winning idea with him, until after 20 minutes of driving around a town I barely know I failed to find a park. I pulled in at a farm thinking he'd like to do some pumpkin picking, but when I looked in the mirror, his eyes were brimming and his lower jaw was quivering. "Mommy, I actually in fact just want to go home," he said. So we did. And had a fine afternoon playing with his airplanes, the frustrations of the morning a distant memory.

So the morning stunk, while the afternoon and evening were just fine. Not that I'm questioning the just fine part, but now I'm really wondering what emotions will present themselves tomorrow.