Hurst's First – An Adventure in Having a Baby

What happened to….ME??

on September 8, 2012

It’s no secret that a women goes through A LOT of changes in pregnancy.  From the moment you decide you want to get pregnant they tell you to start taking prenatal vitamins (wait, I’m not pregnant YET), drink less caffeine, drink less alcohol (HUH?!..doesn’t that kind of help get you pregnant??) and get more rest.  Then when you get pregnant it’s “don’t forget to take your prenatal vitamins, don’t drink caffeine, don’t eat this or that, get all the rest you can because pretty soon it’s going to go bye-bye” and then of course the dreaded “don’t drink alcohol at all” (that one hurts).  But no one really can prepare you for the physical and mental changes that occur.

I’ve heard from friends and family that you get forgetful, become emotional, you have aches and pains, and that your body goes through all sorts of changes from weight gain to well … let’s just say the even less desirable side-effects.  And I can definitely say I’ve experienced some fun ones so far and I’m only 4 months in!

“Pregnant-brain”

Forgetfulness … I do admit that I have my bouts of this even before I got pregnant but now that I am pregnant, it’s become proportionately worse. I can be having a completely normal conversation and then “BAM”, what was I saying? What was that word I was looking for?  At first I couldn’t figure out what the deal was.  I thought, “is this the early on-set of Alzheimers?”  What is happening??  Then it started becoming more and more frequent and it never occurred to me that there was a definite pattern happening here until the key incident.

Wait, what were we talking about? Oh, right.

I went to work one morning and walked out with not only my own keys, but those of my husband as well.  I had gone so far as to take his keys, put them in the side pocket of my purse and then continue on my merry way to work. Only to get a phone call an hour and a half later asking if I had taken his keys.  “WHY would I have taken YOUR keys?  I don’t think so honey, you MUST have misplaced them.”  Ha, ha.  He kindly asked me to check my purse and I humored him thinking … he lost his keys, oh great!?  Oh boy, get ready to eat those words.  And I did.  Sure enough there they were.  “Oh CRAP, REALLY.  What the HECK!?  WHY WOULD I DO THAT!??”  And as I drove the half hour back to the house to give Matt his keys, it dawned on me … OH MY GOSH, I HAVE PREGNANT-BRAIN! 

This constant brain fart that I have been experiencing is pregnant-brain!  And at this point, there is no end in sight.  Just the other day, I was talking to Matt about some friends who were going to be driving a motor-home to a football tailgate and do you think I could come up with word “motor-home?”  Not to save my life. It was just gone. Out of my brain. I tried describing it to my husband … “it’s like a house on wheels” … “it’s a Winnebago” … oh wait, no ... that’s a brand of motor home.  While Matt was quietly chuckling in the background, he was testing me … “Come on honey, you can get it” … and after about 2 embarrassing minutes of me attempting to come up with the word, there it was like a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow … A MOTORHOME!!  I guess I’m just going to have to live with this phenomena for another 6 months and hope that it gets better once the baby comes because I’m terrified that I’m going to leave the baby in the closet and then wonder where Matt took the little tyke.

“Pregnant-body”

In my reading over the past few months, I’ve come across quite a few stories about the involuntary things a pregnant woman’s body does and it makes me chuckle.  How can you have such a lack of control over your own body?  That’s silly … I won’t be like that.  Now what makes me think that my ability to control my own body will be any better than any other woman’s?  I don’t know but I clearly am as able to use my Jedi powers as I had originally thought and this became painfully clear to me the other day… at work … WHILE I was talking to a co-worker.

It wasn’t a particularly funny conversation … it was just two of us girls talking about the work day.  I don’t even think I was laughing at the time which I might use as an excuse as to why this happened, but I can’t.  I wasn’t laughing … maybe chuckling … but definitely not a belly hearty kind of laugh.  But there it was … mid-conversation when … this not so lovely odor appeared.  I was in disbelief … there was no warning! It couldn’t have been me? My body didn’t even tell me a fart was on the horizon and I didn’t even get a chance to keep it from happening!!  Oh my gosh, IT WAS ME!  Oh my gosh, what do I do?! Do I run away? Do I stay and pretend that it didn’t happen? Do I coyly elude to what happened and hope that she laughs?  I mean, she’s been pregnant before …  she would understand and we are good enough friends where we could have a laugh together about this!  All this was running through my mind while I was attempting to still have a semi-coherent conversation with her.  I was beyond embarrassed but I tried my best to hide it.  I stayed, continued the conversation as best I could (while trying to not act distracted) and stuck out the not-so-rosy smell.  I didn’t mention it and neither did she although she had to have known what happened.  All I can say is she’s a trouper for bearing with me through my first involuntary pregnant-body experience.

“Pregnant…with emotion”

For any of you who actually know me, I’m not really the emotional kind. I mean, I have my moments (like when I got married or had to put my dog to sleep) but I’m more likely to yell at you for cutting me off on the freeway (which with my commute now, happens quite a bit) than cry watching an episode of Beverly Hills 90210 (sorry, Jocelyn).  There is the occasional movie that will get me … even when I can’t hear the words and that was only because it was about a horse and you know I love animals, Matt!!!  But I digress.

I found myself smack dab in the middle of a near mental breakdown yesterday morning and it wasn’t for no good reason, at least not initially.  I had gone to get some blood work done for my new doctor and arrived at this lab at 7:45am to do so. And they can’t do it. Apparently there was a miscommunication with our insurance and we weren’t “covered” in our new location yet and this wouldn’t start until Oct 1.  Not good.  After a few calls to Matt and then one to my doctor and my insurance company, I was in tears.  To make a long story short (which is hard for me sometimes!), Matt intervened (after some teeth pulling) and was able to work with the insurance and I could go back later that day to get everything I needed done, no problem.  But it was too late.  It had started. I was crying. And crying, and crying.  I just couldn’t stop.  I could not figure out what the heck was wrong with me.  WHY couldn’t I STOP!?!?! Everything was fine with the insurance and I was at work, had things to do and was STILL CRYING.  I think finally just after lunch, the water works quit … probably because I ran out of tears.

And Matt’s little road rage moment he speaks of in the last post … you guessed it, made me cry.  For about 2 hours.  Not the crazy Niagara Falls kind of waterworks like yesterday but it was a good light rain.   WHAT’S THE DEAL!?   Hopefully I can get a hold of my emotions because it’s going to be a long 6 months (for me AND MATT) if I have to go through this every time something doesn’t go the way I had planned.  YIKES.


2 responses to “What happened to….ME??

  1. Jocelyn says:

    Ok, first of all, I do not cry at 90210 episodes.

    And secondly, the farting thing? It’s going to last longer than six more months. 🙂

  2. Allison says:

    Wait until after the baby. You will completely give up trying to control things that come out of your body. I thank my daughter every day for 1. Ruining my boobs and 2. Making it impossible for me sneeze without peeing in my pants.

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