NYCveg's post on the chit-chat thread got me reminiscing about the various hormonal pg meltdowns I have had over the years 
. To non-preggos, they often seem to occur out-of-the-blue and are wholly unreasonable. But of course, to those of us in the know 
(or in the throes of hormone poisoning ), we know better -- our reactions are not only provoked, they are fully justified, darn it! 
So I'll go first -- my most infamous hormonal meltdown was when I was pg with my first child. My DH still teases me about it, 4 children later. I was probably around 12 wks. along and just hitting that phase of pg where one moment I was nauseous, the next, absolutely ravenously hungry. DH and I decided to check out the local Highland Games in Monterey, CA (where we lived at the time.) After watching the music and dancing for a bit, I was ready for lunch; specifically, I had the WORST craving for french fries! Devoted DH offered to stand in the long vendor line for me, so I made myself comfy on a picnic blanket we'd brought and impatiently awaited his return. Ten minutes passed, then twenty. I could feel my blood sugar dropping and my mood darkening ominously!
FINALLY, 45 endless minutes later, he returns, triumphant, bearing his own lunch and a foil-wrapped package, which he sets in front of me, smiling. I immediately asked, "What's this? I asked you to get me french fries." To which he replied, innocently, "Well, those were in another line, and the wait was already so long, I decided to get you this baked potato instead. It's healthier for you, anyway."
Little did he suspect that, with those few words, he had unleashed the FULL power of the hormonal meltdown!!!
I immediately burst into tears, and started shrieking at him like a crazy shrew. I called him every awful name I could think of, and invented a few more right on the spot!
I punctuated my hysterics by hurling the despised potato, along with anything else I could reach, at him! 
Then I ran away into the crowd, sobbing that he didn't love me or he would NEVER have done such a thing, and ended up hiding in a far corner of the bleachers, snuffling and dripping tears and watching the dogs herd sheep, all the while cursing his very existence! OMG, was I pathetic!
Moral of story: never underestimate the power of early pg cravings, and woe unto those who think the hormonal pg meltdown is naught but an urban legend!
Guin
. To non-preggos, they often seem to occur out-of-the-blue and are wholly unreasonable. But of course, to those of us in the know (or in the throes of hormone poisoning ), we know better -- our reactions are not only provoked, they are fully justified, darn it! So I'll go first -- my most infamous hormonal meltdown was when I was pg with my first child. My DH still teases me about it, 4 children later. I was probably around 12 wks. along and just hitting that phase of pg where one moment I was nauseous, the next, absolutely ravenously hungry. DH and I decided to check out the local Highland Games in Monterey, CA (where we lived at the time.) After watching the music and dancing for a bit, I was ready for lunch; specifically, I had the WORST craving for french fries! Devoted DH offered to stand in the long vendor line for me, so I made myself comfy on a picnic blanket we'd brought and impatiently awaited his return. Ten minutes passed, then twenty. I could feel my blood sugar dropping and my mood darkening ominously!
FINALLY, 45 endless minutes later, he returns, triumphant, bearing his own lunch and a foil-wrapped package, which he sets in front of me, smiling. I immediately asked, "What's this? I asked you to get me french fries." To which he replied, innocently, "Well, those were in another line, and the wait was already so long, I decided to get you this baked potato instead. It's healthier for you, anyway."
Little did he suspect that, with those few words, he had unleashed the FULL power of the hormonal meltdown!!!
I immediately burst into tears, and started shrieking at him like a crazy shrew. I called him every awful name I could think of, and invented a few more right on the spot!
I punctuated my hysterics by hurling the despised potato, along with anything else I could reach, at him! Then I ran away into the crowd, sobbing that he didn't love me or he would NEVER have done such a thing, and ended up hiding in a far corner of the bleachers, snuffling and dripping tears and watching the dogs herd sheep, all the while cursing his very existence! OMG, was I pathetic! Moral of story: never underestimate the power of early pg cravings, and woe unto those who think the hormonal pg meltdown is naught but an urban legend!
Guin
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)So I have not had to see her.I would litterally yell at the tv for the whole weather segment!I'm still not sure why she irritated me so much...
and THEN they told me HE WASN'T EVEN THERE. Rescheduled for today, and they said I would have to wait for between four and eight hours.
wrong with me and I would never ever come back to a hospital or doctor again for the rest of my life.
I try to maintain some semblance of sanity at least most of the time though.
: YIKES!!). Long story short, dd keeps getting out of bed (I can hear her door "pop" whenever she opens it). I'm downstairts, tyring to catch up on reading the posts and realizing that DH is talking to her, telling her to go back to bed. This literally happens 15 or so times and by the end, the sound of the door popping that last time made me burst into tears 
. DH came down and asked what was wrong. I told him that I was frustrated and he says, "I think you're hormone are raging." It was such an obvious observation that it made me burst out laughing. Now I ask you, pregnancy hormone overload or the beginning of schizoprenia????!!! 
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