Written by Pregnant Polly
As you may have surmised from the not so mysterious name- I’m pregnant. My hormones are a little, shall we say…….. unpredictable. The brunt of which is inflicted upon my poor husband daily. I didn’t experience these hormonal mood changes (outbursts!) with our first child so this is completely new to me (and him). The first major “incident” came about a week ago. Allow me to set the scene.
It had been an exceptionally long day, much of which was spent being poked and prodded in the doctor’s office. On the way home my husband stopped to get gas and asked me if I wanted anything. Suddenly there was one thing in the entire world that I hadto have. Chocolate milk. At the moment it seemed like the best thing in the world. So hubby goes in, I see him chatting with the owner, then I notice he has a bottle of Yoo Hoo in his hand. Surely thats for him. No one would think a “chocolate drink” is the same as chocolate milk, would they? Not to mention we’ve been married long enough for him to know I don’t like Yoo Hoo. His purchases were in a brown paper bag so when he got in the car I calmly asked “did you get me chocolate milk?” Simple question- is it not? Yes or no. He said he did. *Inward sigh of relief* After all, as I mentioned before- I had to have it.
We get home, we get settled in. I asked him to pass me my cold, chocolate treasure- I was excited- it had been so long since I’d had one. Then the man handed me the Yoo Hoo. I thought he was kidding, I thought it was for him. I stared at him, eyes narrowed, hands on hips and demanded “Where’s the milk?” I’m sure I sounded only slightly like Satan. “This is chocolate milk” he had the audacity to insist. The following tirade is basically what came out of me- in a shrill/angry/hysterical voice:
* This is NOT chocolate milk, this is a YOO HOO- a chocolate flavored drink- it’s like chocolate water! It isn’t creamy, it isn’t delicious, It isn’t what I wanted. I ask you for one simple thing, and you cant even do that! We’ve been married for seven years, how do you not know I hate this garbage?!?! I can’t believe anyone would think this is the same as milk! *
I am normally calm, mellow, laid back, even tempered. I don’t know what took hold of me but my poor husband didn’t let my screaming fit ruffle his feathers.
Note to the Yoo Hoo people- Obviously Yoo Hoo isn’t garbage, its clearly delightful for the masses as evidenced by your successful longevity, please forgive my pregnancy induced rage against your product.
Next up: Last night I discovered I was out of Nair. I was a little disappointed. Then the thought occurred to me that I wasn’t certain pregnant women could even use Nair. I didn’t have the energy to shave. So I did what any normal pregnant woman would do. I sat down on the bathroom floor and sobbed uncontrollably- stopping every few moments to laugh at myself because even I, knew how ridiculous I was being. I don’t even think I was crying about the Nair. I was weeping, shoulders shaking, blubbering sounds coming out- head in hands I repeatedly told my husband how sorry I was that I was temporarily (hopefully) insane. He assured me it was okay, I was pregnant not insane, it wasn’t my fault, etc.
Commiserate with me ladies. For my own peace of mind I need to hear about your hormonal insanity, pregnancy related or otherwise!
Tags: hormonal mood swings, pregnancy, pregnancy and hormones, pregnancy mood swings, pregnant
Pregnant, Polly, Congratulations! What good news! I hope your hormones have you let be for a little while.
Yoo Hoo is gag, I loved it as a kid, but it is nothing like real choc milk. You gotta have it when those cravings kick in, it’s a drive. W/this last one, I remember guzzling the choc milk I would get on a coffee run to Starbucks, then after a couple months, I didn’t want it at all. I can completely empathize with your expectation and reaction. W/my first, the last 3 months all I wanted to eat was tacos w/choc shakes. I would make that a meal at least once a day for many days, as often as I could. It never tasted old, they were always always delicious. When I think back, I can’t believe I wanted so much of just two foods, only a pregnancy has that kind of power.
The hormones are just cruel, what a wave to ride. It is a nice release to let it all go and cry, that can be refreshing. Your hubs sounds like a champ.
No No No, not a chocolate shake. I would never have asked for that. I had to have a choc Malt. Only a choc malt, not a shake.
(Don’t give me a shake and make it a large).
I once got a craving for a ball park hot dog. Not the brand, I mean from a major league ball park. In the middle of winter. In Utah (no pro baseball team.) My poor husband felt so bad for me, he walked to the closest convenient store IN A BLIZZARD at 2 am (our car was in the shop for repairs) and when he came back, I took one look at it and ran to the bathroom vomiting. And then cried til I passed out. I also once craved a full Thanksgiving dinner in March, and when he got back with all the ingredients (that on our meager budget, we could barely afford) I refused to let him cook it because the sight of the turkey made me nauseous! That was ex-husband number 1. Can’t imagine why he didn’t want to stay married to little ol’ me?! (that’s a joke, his problems and our divorce had nothing to do with my irrational food cravings… at least, I don’t think so!)
Congratulations. Other than being particular about chocolate beverages, I hope you are having an enjoyable pregnancy.
I love Yoohoo. Probably its because I’m from Canada and I can’t get it here. I like it because it is not milk. Its chocolate water. Sounds gross but I like it.
When I was pregnant with my first, I ate an awful lot of Blizzards from Dairy Queen. One night, my husband and I were at Dairy Queen getting my blizzard and I noticed there were at least three other pregnant women with their husbands getting ice cream too. And this was a Friday night at around 9. Dairy Queen is a popular hang out for the expecting.
Congrats!!!!! I was different with each too. My mom’s theory is that what ever you crave and don’t get while pregnant than you will have to get/make for the baby it’s whole life.
I had the pregnant stupids big time. Literally could not remember my address.
Congratulations! I don’t think I’ve ever had a Yoohoo, but chocolate water does not sound appealing. I don’t blame you for getting mad! You’re entitled for a bit of irrationality for the next year or so, I think (need to add a little time for post-partum hormones…)
I don’t know about pregnant women and Nair, but I can barely stand the smell at the best of times. Not sure how I’d do if Iwere pregnant and liable to be nauseous.
Oh Tiffany you poor thing! That sounds rough for both of you
No outbursts today- yet!
Polly did you make him go back out and get the real chocolate milk?
My craving for ice-cream became a daily way of life. I’m not pregnant now, but I still eat the ice-cream daily.
No Theresa I didn’t. I was so angry about it that I didn’t even want it any more. I couldn’t believe how upset I was about something so trivial. I would LOVE some ice cream right now! Cookies n’ cream. Yum. Does Dairy Queen deliver?
LOL!! I can totally relate. I am currently half-way through my pregnancy with my second, and last week I was totally craving red grapes. I went to the store a picked up some firm and juicy grapes. At home, I carefully washed and plucked each succulent grape from the vine and tenderly placed them in a plastic bowl. I ate several during this process, but since I had bought about two-and-half pounds, there were still plenty left. I placed the bowl in the fridge, and went about my day. Later that evening, I got to hankering for some of those grapes, opened the fridge door, and [GASP!] they were missing. I frantically scanned each shelf, moving miscellaneous bowls of congealed left-overs and condiments, but the grapes were gone. I charged into the living room to confront my husband, and he admitted to eating approximately two-pounds of grapes while playing some farming game on the computer. I immediately burst into tears and accused him of not caring for me or our unborn child. He looked at me the way I imagine one would look at a deranged crack-head, and said he was sorry and would buy more grapes. I told him they wouldn’t be the same and to just forget it.
It took me three days to get over the incident…
I’m sure they wouldn’t have been the same Gina. It took me almost that long to get over the Yoo Hoo incident. In fact I’m still a little miffed about it. Gotta love hormones!
Congrats Pregnant Polly and Gina!
It’s been too many years since my last for me to remember distinctly the effect of hormones, but I imagine it’s kind of like the worst of PMS X 100?!?
If it’s any condolence, you stories are making me laugh out loud. I love that we have more than one run to the convenience store in a BLIZZARD!
I just noticed this post on facebook and had to come comment….my story involves macaroni and cheese. Any one who knows me knows that I LOVE cheese. My family laughed when I went on a diet because they said the state of Wisconsin would go out of business. I was three and a half months pg and I was at work all day and all I could think of was the Outback mac n cheese I had in the fridge at home. When I got home it was gone. No one would own up to eating it. There is NOTHING worse than being pregnant and wanting something soooo badly and then not getting it. I yelled so loud that I knocked myself backwards on my backside. The only good thing is that when I did that my husband started laughing so hard that I couldn’t stay mad and starting laughing at myself….needless to say, when I got home the next day there was mac n cheese waiting for me. My response…well where’s the cheese fries? I’m lucky my husband loves me.
Congratulations to Pregnant Polly and Gina! I LOVE babies and pregnant ladies. Sit down, both of you; you are VERY SPECIAL people. Chocolate milk and grapes for everyone!
I am laughing so hard that I’m crying!
Congrats Polly! I remember those days very well. I remember both the chocolate milk and fruit cravings. I say skip the Nair! LOL!
LOL reading this made me feel so much better, Im currently 12 weeks pregnant myself and I HAVE to have ice cold chocolate milk every morning and every lunch lol, so the other day while out running errands I go into a convienience store and bought what I thought was chocolate milk, turned out to be something like yoo-hoo, chocolate water–YUCKS!! I got mad at my husband as well even though he had absolutely nothing to do with it hahaha thats just the hormones I guess!
Lauren-
Glad I’m not the only one with a chocolate milk addiction- isn’t it delightful?
I craved fresh fruit and vegetables. But only Out of season fresh fruit and vegetables. In March, fresh warm sun ripened tomatoes with my first pregnancy. Is there anything LESS like a fresh organic home grown newly picked warm from the sun, fuzzy and delightful smelling fresh tomato, than a hard, store bought tomato? I don’t think so. And the only right and good things to eat contain these tomatos, such as a BLT. Oh God, I’d have given anything for a BLT. I can barely remember what it was like to feel that way about FOOD.
The idea of having to wait til July or August to have this good tomato made me feel insane. I also craved fried green tomatos. That wasn’t so hard. I stopped crying long enough to eat about six of those, I think.
Then with number two those great, easy to peel oranges – NOT navel oranges that you have to pick the skin off of, and that are mangy and no good, I don’t know what they’re called – tangelos?- but the Randalls has the good ones -in the winter. They are perfect and more than that: they are necessary. Unluckily I was craving them in September. Don’t be stupid enough to bring me a big hard to peel, disgusting not-what-Iwant orange that is all MEALY – when I want a juicy tangello where the peel comes off in one loose peel and it’s filled with juice and sweet deliciousness. It’s not even like I want it; the baby wants it – no, the baby NEEDS it. If you can’t get it, you don’t love me, you never did, and you don’t want the baby. I knew it!
Fortunately hubby has 4 sisters and was familiar with the concept of irrational crazy pregnant women.
My good luck craving (in that it was easily satisfied) was on number three and it was coconut. Fortunately it didn’t have to be fresh off a tree, grated from a sack in the freezer was good enough, or inside an Almond Joy. I like coconut, but until I craved it I could take it or leave it.
They say if you don’t eat what you crave your child will crave it their whole life. Or something. Now we know that is not true, and in my case it was the opposite. I have two very good fruit and vegetable eaters who WANT me to make, say, a stuffed zuccchini with tomatos – and the youngest who would kill you for a slice of coconut cake or coconut cream pie. He is easy to motivate. “Want me to make a coconut cake? With vanilla pudding in the mix?” is all it takes. But then he loves sweets – and who doesn’t love coconut cake.