Hello loyal readers!I hope you are ready for a real doozy-of-a-story today. This weekend, I had my first uncontrollable emotional breakdown. You ready for this?
Well, first of all, I had a great weekend. The breakdown was just yesterday afternoon. Let's first recap my fun weekend... Our friends J & Nikki came to town with their dog, Daisy (Theo's girlfriend). Nikki and I did a little shopping Friday night, then Sat the guys went disc golfing for Jeremy's bachelor party, and Nikki and I took a Totally Clear Acrylic Album 2 class at Archiver's.
We also did a little more bumming around before heading to my parents for a cookout. The dogs had so much fun running around outside, playing with eachother, barking at squirls running on the fence, and playing toys. They were SO pooped at night! Ok, so after J & Nikki left for home, I crashed out on the couch until it was time to meet my parents for a little shopping trip while they had an open house.Here it comes.... After the shopping trip with my parents, I was on my way home and called Tom to let him know. In the same conversation, I warned him that I was feeling super crabby... and I was really hungary... but didn't know what for. Tom's appologetic, "I'm sorry babe" must have been my ticket to the breakdown cuz I just started sobbing, uncontrollably. I was SO hungary, SO crabby, and I didn't know what to eat. I wanted him to make up my mind for me and have something delicious waiting for me when I got home, but I couldn't get over myself. As Tom laughed at me, it only made the crying and uncontrollable sobbing worse! Not being able to pin point WHY I was so cranky, I sobbed even harder. I just couldn't handle it, I just wanted something TO EAT! ugh, is that so much to ask for?!! Against Tom's suggestion, I did not stop the car. I just wiped my eyes, with sobbing short breaths, and proceeded along my way, watching the traffic lights. Suddenly, a food idea crossed my mind--ARBY'S Rescue Brigade. As I started to speed up to get there as fast as possible, with tears still running down my face, I figured if I were to get pulled over it wouldn't be too hard to get out of the ticket. Just to think of an unsuspecting cop walking up to an emotional, pregnant lady balling her eyes out... he should let me go. Yeah, he would let me go--fast! So on to Arby's I went, got my food ordered with a half-way normal voice, kept my sunglasses on as I paid, and rushed home.
As soon as I got home, and ate my pick 5 for $6.95, I was feeling better. Didn't talk much, just ate, and Tom even gave me some much needed space/time to calm down. Thank goodness he didn't bring it up to me how crazy I probably sounded on the phone. He must have read something in his "father-to-be" book that instructed him what NOT to do in these cases. So there you have it, I had my first, unannouced, uncontrollable emotional breakdown. Thank you, baby, this is so much fun...! LOL :)
I hope you all got a good kick out of my first experience with this. You're probably recalling your first breakdown. I'd love to hear about your story! Please?! Then I'll know that I'm not the only one, and it IS normal... :) *HUGS*
3 comments:
It's soooo normal to have breakdowns. I will never forget (and neither will Jason) the time that I opened the refrigerator only to find that we were out of milk. I was pregnant with Ayden and I needed milk in order to prepare that night's meal. I asked Jason if he'd run to the store for me. The only problem was that I wanted him to leave NOW, not in a few minutes. This lead to a huge emotional breakdown on how he didn't love me and I'd just go myself. I was bawling my eyes out and as he smiled or laughed, it just got worse. He finally left to get the milk, but the damage was done and I don't think I fully recovered for at least 24 hours. So far so good with pregnancy #3, but we have a ways to go yet.
Hmmmm...I haven't been pregnant for 31 years but I still have the occasional emotional meltdown. Blame it on post-pregnancy syndrome. Ok, maybe not. It KILLS me when Pete remains so calm and rational. It drives me absolutely bonkers when he looks at me with a complete lack of emotion and says, "Are you done yet"? Arghhhhh! Let it out, Roxanne. It's the only time you can blame your meltdown on pregnancy hormones.
Thanks girls, I feel so much better! Jamie, your milk story is quite similar to when I asked Tom this past Friday night to bring me my cranberry-grape juice I had left in the other room. After a minute, I had to ask him AGAIN, as if he didn't hear me the first time... although turns out he was using his selective hearing. None the less, when we ask them something or to retreive an item, they should JUMP and give us a smile or even a growl on their face, no blank stares..no excuses! LOL :)
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