the pregnancy crazy has arrived

i've always been a super emotional person.  being pregnant with abigail totally upped that.  and then i learned that apparently motherhood also makes me emotional (like if you start to tell me a story i think will be sad i will straight up tell you to stop and not even care if i hurt your feelings.  yes, i recognize the irony but i gotta protect myself!), and now i'm learning that being a naturally emotional + being a mom + being pregnant = bad news.  because it's normal to be kinda irrational and dramatic when you're pregnant.  and it's certified "pregnant crazy" when you tell your husband he's not allowed to eat eggs.

here's how it got started...

i woke up and there was no husband in my bed.  or in my house for that matter.  my handy dandy menu plan said i'd make cinnamon rolls but my head and my hips said i should definitely still eat my two scrambled cheese eggs on toast first.  why?  because i've done this every single day for the past six weeks or so and because i've been eating kinda unhealthy foods lately so this would hopefully mean i'd only eat two cinnamon rolls instead of four or five.  i loooooove cinnamon rolls.  so i texted honey, "where'd you go?!" and headed to the kitchen.

as i was cracking eggs in the pan, i heard the garage door open.  apparently he'd gone to help our with our ward service project i'd forgotten about.  it was parker road cleanup from 6am to 9am and apparently the whole ward conveniently forgot about it as well (not like i would have been able to go anyways though because we can't take baby girl to a service project that takes place along the side of a 55mph road and baby sitters don't exist at 6am) because he was there (ward clerk assigned to bring milk and juice and donuts) with only three other people from our ward.  anyways, all of that is completely irrelevant other than to say that he brought home milk and juice and two dozen donuts and then said "mmmm!  eggs!  i think i'll make some of those too!"

PANIC.  so in my head i'm screaming, "no!  you can't make eggs!  i've perfectly rationed them and i barely have enough to get by until i go to costco on monday to buy 60 more!" and my mouth SHOULD be saying "oh, great, i'll be done with the pan in two seconds and you can have it then."  but instead my mouth said something along the lines of, "NO!  you can't make eggs!  we don't have enough eggs for you!  i only had enough in the fridge so that i could have two today, two tomorrow, two monday morning and then get more when i go to costco!" as he's pulling eggs out of the fridge.  and then my mouth continues with a hugely panicked, "how many eggs are you making?!  how many are there left in the fridge?!  i'll count!  no! three isn't enough!  even if i don't use any eggs for cooking or baking this weekend, i need TWO for each day for breakfast and that's not going to be enough to last til monday because i'm not fasting tomorrow!  put one back!  you only need to eat TWO eggs at a time!  and then you can have a donut!"  by this time, my eggs are done cooking (they're fast, remember?!) and the situation has gotten tense with my christopher looking at me with that "my wife has gone insane and is crazed by her obsession with scrambled eggs" look and saying something along the lines of "don't get so ornery over eggs.  i can make however many i want because we can just go to the store and get more if we run out."  and then i said something mature like "FINE!  make SIX eggs if you want!" and stormed out of the kitchen and to the safety of my bed with my plate of toasted french bread and cheesy scrambled eggs.  and after i was done savoring it all, i put my plate aside and cried.

i knew i was in the wrong, i mean, how could you not?!  it's not like i can't get more eggs today.  i could have even gotten more thursday when i was at walmart, it's just that i didn't because it's so much cheaper to buy them at costco so i held off in my attempt to save some cents.  and my honey lives in this house and earns this egg money.  who am i to tell him that i called dibs on all the eggs in the fridge?!  but i'm pregnant and emotional so instead of going to apologize, i just curled up under the covers and cried.  and then i couldn't stop.  because i thought about how much trickier our relationship got after we had baby girl.  and how i got pregnancy depression last time and i'm so terrified of getting it again.  and what if having two kids makes our marriage even more difficult?!  and what if my honey doesn't have the patience necessary to endure me being pregnant this time around?!  and all of this just kept me under the covers and crying until...

honey got baby girl out of her crib and brought her in to me.  then he let her do whatever while he curled up next to me and said nothing while i still couldn't stop crying.  and just kept hanging out with baby in bed to help distract me and eventually i felt good enough that when he took baby girl to the kitchen to get some breakfast, i felt good enough to say "i'll join you.  i need a donut or two because i'm still starving."  honey made a comment about how he wanted to go back to sleep because he started his day at 6am.  i told him i did too because 9am wasn't much better.  but thankfully, even though neither of us went back to sleep (well, until naptime), the day only went uphill from there.

i ate a few donuts while honey got baby girl some breakfast of her own.  then, he took us on a family date that is one of my favorites and one that i know he doesn't really care for.  we started out by hitting up petsmart.  baby girl loves looking at the birds "jumping" and the guinea pigs in their "house" and all of the dogs and puppies people bring in to shop with them.  we went to bed bath and beyond to get a wedding gift for a reception that happened tonight.  and then next door to michaels just to check out the sale stuff that they have displayed outside their store.  we then went to arby's because honey had coupons for free food... and even though i wasn't hungry and knew i shouldn't be eating again, he lured me with the promise of a chocolate shake that ended up being totally worth it.  not as good as chickfila, but still better than most every other fast food chocolate shake (as a side note i'll mention that i don't like homemade chocolate shakes because i don't like chocolate ice cream... although now that i write that it actually sounds appealing).  and then just for kicks, we walked around best buy on our way home.  did you know they have kitchen appliances and stuff there now?!  that store just got way more appealing to me for future window shopping!  also, i now want a new tv for our bedroom, a new battery for my laptop, and an ice cream maker.  and honey would like a cotton candy machine.  ha.

then we all took naps (as baby girl always says, "everybody naps") and while honey went to that wedding reception, baby girl and i read books and ate dinner.  when honey got home we hung out for a bit taking funny videos of baby girl and then we headed to the parker version of screen on the green which is called "movies in the park" for toy story 3.  we got there at 9, just as it was beginning and enjoyed twenty minutes of sitting on our beach towel, wrapped in our blanket, loving the look on our baby's face even more than the funny movie on the screen, and then that baby got bored.  so since honey apparently already has it recorded on our dvr, we packed up shop, went home, and honey put baby down for bed and then met me in ours.

and there i was, sitting in that same spot, just as happy as could be.  it's amazing what a difference 12ish hours and a wonderful husband can make.

i am certified pregnant crazy.  these next five months are going to be interesting...