Last night, my husband said to me, “you’re the saddest pregnant lady I’ve ever seen.”
I can’t help it. The dream house we’ve been watching since June is slowly slipping away from us, due to problems that have turned up in the inspections. We haven’t heard back yet from the buyers of our current house to see if we can rent back from them for a month, so there is a strong possibility we could be moving into a rental in two weeks.
Yes, I’m freaking out. JB, of course, says I should enjoy the excitement and roll with it. Easy for him to say after three glasses of wine. Oh, how I could use a good wine buzz right now to make this all go away for a few hours.
And if I’m not calling you talk about the house deal problems, it’s because I can’t really talk about it without crying. It’s probably the stress and my hormones, as I know I’m overreacting and it’s not something you should cry about, but I can’t control the tears.
I keep trying to tell myself that the people ravaged by Katrina really did lose their home and all of their possessions. But I can’t help being sad about having to be out of our current home in two weeks without a nice new home to move into.
To make things worse last night, Tucker tried to commit suicide. We usually take the dogs out for a walk really late at night, that way we can let them off the leash and run without having to deal with other dogs or other people. There is one street we have to cross to get to the path where we walk the dogs. At the time of night we go out, there is never traffic.
Well, last night, we held the dogs by their collars until we reached that street, and then let them run across to the path. Next thing I know, a SUV comes speeding around the corner.
Now, Tucker is a herding dog. He turned around to see that we had stopped for this vehicle, and came sprinting back across the street towards us, right in front of the vehicle. As I saw him coming, I screamed at him, “Stay!”, but he kept coming. The SUV came to a halt just before it would have hit my dog. As all of this happened, I screamed, clutching to JB’s arm, knowing there was nothing more I could do.
Thankfully, the pooch is OK, and I’ve learned my lesson to hold onto his collar until we have crossed the street. But, man, did that get my adrenaline pumping, and I couldn’t get visions of what could have happened out of my head. It was just one last piece of stress I absolutely didn’t need last night.
This morning, I had an e-mail from BabyFit.com in my inbox. This is what it said, ironically:
What are my hormones doing to my emotions?
As most pregnant women will tell you, nine months of growing a baby can take a toll on your emotional health. Hormones are often blamed for this increased sensitivity, and rightly so. The following are some common hormonal reactions that affect your emotions:
Progesterone – This hormone is responsible for stopping menstruation and decreasing the ability of your uterus to contract. It is also linked to PMS, promoting depression, fatigue, etc.
Prolactin – This hormone is responsible for maintaining your production of breast milk. Its side effects can be fatigue and mild depression.
Estrogen – This hormone is best known for triggering breast tenderness and swelling when pregnant. It can also cause irritability and anxiety.
So, I know I’m overreacting to all of this, but I think rightly so, considering the hormones pulsing through my system. I just can’t wait to get everything ironed out. I’m not good at dealing with the unknown.
And by the way, I know it’s bad to fret while pregnant, so I’ve been sure to take a few extra naps this week and workout every day to keep a steady flow of endorphines pumping through my system. That has helped matters immensely.