May I Please Have an Order of Crazy with a Side of Psycho for 2007?
Welcome to 2007 everyone. I hope you all partook of some safe and happy New Year celebrations. Ringing in the New Year is always something of a bitter sweet moment for me. I love the aspect of something new, something unpredictable being right around the corner. But the prospect of saying goodbye to another year, is well, a little sad.
2006 was an great year for me....but a conversation -- ok, a total freak out -- I had on New Year's Even has begun to make me feel a little uneasy about my state of mind for 2007.
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The Antidote, I, and 4 other friends decided we wanted to ring in the New Year at a party in downtown D.C. We figured it might be our last chance to "really" do this right for awhile being that I'm "with child" and all. Plus, any reason to dress up and make fun of other people's fashion sense, right?
At any rate, The Antidote and I were having everyone over to the house for pre-party munchies, drinks, etc. So, we spent most of the morning on December 31 cleaning the house up. At about 10:00 a.m., I ask The Antidote if he's hungry.
He replies that he's "getting there." I reply, "Well, I need to eat something."
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Now, about 3-4 months ago (when I was only 3-4 months preggo) the phrase "I need to eat something," really meant, "If I don't eat something in the next five minutes, I will turn into the little girl from The Exorcist until some sort of sustenance passes my lips." Any of you that have been pregnant or around pregnant people get this.
Well, now that I'm in my 7th month, when I say "I need to eat something," it generally means we have AT LEAST a 30 minute to one hour window before I go all kooky.
Poor Antidote, however, is unaware of this change because, well, why should he be?
Anyway, back to my story.
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So, the Antidote jumps into self-preservation mode. He runs to the kitchen and starts listing all of things that we have in the house that I could possibly eat. He stops short of offering to cook up our dog.
Of course, nothing that he offers me sounds like what I want to eat. So, I stand in the kitchen, unable to make a decision. After a few minutes of this, The Antidote sighs and says, "You are being SO indecisive!" and leaves the kitchen to continue house preparations.
I become exasperated with him...and myself. So, I march upstairs to put on some clothes (I was in my pajamas, not naked. Naked pregnant is NOT like Demi Moore would lead you to believe). I've decided that I'm going to the store...and while there I will think about what I want and then eat it. But, of course, I don't share this epiphany with The Antidote.
So, he shouts from downstairs, still unbeknownst of my decision, "Are you going to eat something?"
I yell back, "I'm just going to go to the store."
At this point, he is really irritated with me. So, he comes upstairs and says, "Why don't you eat something? We have plenty here."
And this, my friends, is where I go crazy. I start to cry. And not just tears streaming down my face. I really start to sob. I yell at him, "Over the last few days it's like I....well...like you think that I'm....damn it, haven't you ever been hungry and not known what you want to eat?"
No folks, what I've just typed is NOT meant to make sense. It is the kind of crazy psychosis that has been building up in me for the last 7 months.
So, his response? "Yes, but it's the crying over it that's worrying me."
It took all my effort not to try and lift our dresser and throw it at him.
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I really am telling this story as something "funny," but it does worry me a bit. I mean, "haven't you ever been hungry and not known what you want to eat?" What the hell kind of crazy thing is that to say?
I know, I know, "pregnancy hormones." I'm not one to claim that I'm a reasonable person 365 days a year, 24 hours a day. But to cry because I don't know what I want to eat?
I just hope this isn't a sign of what's to come.
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Anyway, that's my long way of saying I welcomed in 2007 with a little bit of crazy. I hope all of you had a different type of crazy time...i.e., falling down because you were so drunk and happy crazy.
May your New Year be prosperous...and may you always know what you want to eat when you're hungry.
2006 was an great year for me....but a conversation -- ok, a total freak out -- I had on New Year's Even has begun to make me feel a little uneasy about my state of mind for 2007.
***************
The Antidote, I, and 4 other friends decided we wanted to ring in the New Year at a party in downtown D.C. We figured it might be our last chance to "really" do this right for awhile being that I'm "with child" and all. Plus, any reason to dress up and make fun of other people's fashion sense, right?
At any rate, The Antidote and I were having everyone over to the house for pre-party munchies, drinks, etc. So, we spent most of the morning on December 31 cleaning the house up. At about 10:00 a.m., I ask The Antidote if he's hungry.
He replies that he's "getting there." I reply, "Well, I need to eat something."
***************
Now, about 3-4 months ago (when I was only 3-4 months preggo) the phrase "I need to eat something," really meant, "If I don't eat something in the next five minutes, I will turn into the little girl from The Exorcist until some sort of sustenance passes my lips." Any of you that have been pregnant or around pregnant people get this.
Well, now that I'm in my 7th month, when I say "I need to eat something," it generally means we have AT LEAST a 30 minute to one hour window before I go all kooky.
Poor Antidote, however, is unaware of this change because, well, why should he be?
Anyway, back to my story.
***************
So, the Antidote jumps into self-preservation mode. He runs to the kitchen and starts listing all of things that we have in the house that I could possibly eat. He stops short of offering to cook up our dog.
Of course, nothing that he offers me sounds like what I want to eat. So, I stand in the kitchen, unable to make a decision. After a few minutes of this, The Antidote sighs and says, "You are being SO indecisive!" and leaves the kitchen to continue house preparations.
I become exasperated with him...and myself. So, I march upstairs to put on some clothes (I was in my pajamas, not naked. Naked pregnant is NOT like Demi Moore would lead you to believe). I've decided that I'm going to the store...and while there I will think about what I want and then eat it. But, of course, I don't share this epiphany with The Antidote.
So, he shouts from downstairs, still unbeknownst of my decision, "Are you going to eat something?"
I yell back, "I'm just going to go to the store."
At this point, he is really irritated with me. So, he comes upstairs and says, "Why don't you eat something? We have plenty here."
And this, my friends, is where I go crazy. I start to cry. And not just tears streaming down my face. I really start to sob. I yell at him, "Over the last few days it's like I....well...like you think that I'm....damn it, haven't you ever been hungry and not known what you want to eat?"
No folks, what I've just typed is NOT meant to make sense. It is the kind of crazy psychosis that has been building up in me for the last 7 months.
So, his response? "Yes, but it's the crying over it that's worrying me."
It took all my effort not to try and lift our dresser and throw it at him.
***************
I really am telling this story as something "funny," but it does worry me a bit. I mean, "haven't you ever been hungry and not known what you want to eat?" What the hell kind of crazy thing is that to say?
I know, I know, "pregnancy hormones." I'm not one to claim that I'm a reasonable person 365 days a year, 24 hours a day. But to cry because I don't know what I want to eat?
I just hope this isn't a sign of what's to come.
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Anyway, that's my long way of saying I welcomed in 2007 with a little bit of crazy. I hope all of you had a different type of crazy time...i.e., falling down because you were so drunk and happy crazy.
May your New Year be prosperous...and may you always know what you want to eat when you're hungry.
You were poisoned by Curare_Z at 10:09 AM
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You're pretty normal. In fact, he's lucky you DIDN'T throw the dresser at him.
Maybe he needs to go to Daddy Bootcamp or something, because after you have the baby, you might start speaking in tongues.
Have a great New Year.
Thats totally normal. Heck even I have moments where I want to eat but will continue to stand and stare into the fridge repeatedly still not knowing what I want to eat!
Have a great 07 CZ
What, not even peanut butter on a dill pickle sounded appetizing to you?
I haven't had any alcohol in 17 years, so getting drunk was not possible, plus I stayed home, just like any other night. And.. having never been pregnant, I'm not sure I can provide any insight into your crying spells. ;)
Happy New Year..
I wish I'd stuck with my original plan not to drink on New Years. I would have had an even better time if I'd stayed sober. Booze does zero for me.
Happy New Year's, curare!
And no, you're NOT crazy.
Should I laugh or cry at your story ?
I'll laugh, I think your story was pretty normal.
A pint tub of ice cream usually does the trick.
Happy new year Curare.
That's weird !!!!
The word verification for the last post was
CHILDISM
It was just a bizzaro-world emotional weekend. Perhaps Mercury was in retrograde, or maybe UFOs were sending crazy waves into our area.
Is it over? Can I stop feeling like my head is exploding?
-- david
I've heard about this pregnancy thing. Only women can get it right? Only 8-10 more weeks. Hold your breath.
You could always try the old standby of pickles.
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