Pregnancy brings out the crazy!

I don’t know what it is, but pregnancy brings out the crazy in everyone. Over the last couple of weeks we’ve learned that there are lesbian drug gangs that will steal blue eyed/blonde babies (this must be why Mandy is hoping for a red head), life is full of worry now until we DIE, we will never have fun again, and after August 10th we will never sleep again and certainly not together. These are not assumptions on our part, these are the exact things we’ve been told, by all of you, you crazy ass people. The lesbian drug gang is currently my favorite, I am adding that person to the not-allowed-to-visit-the-baby list, just incase. Maybe I need to get a t-shirt made too, that says “not stolen”, so no one wonders…

Now even though everyone has had fun adding in their little bits of crazy, we’re successfully piling on some extra ourselves. There are a few things Mandy has taught me over the last couple of months. First and foremost, never let a pregnant woman get hungry. WOW, really, really bad idea, especially if you aren’t within 2 minutes of her current craving. Now I will say, Mandy hasn’t been bad at all, I know she has at least 8 more potential crazy levels (luckily I’ve only seen one or two of them), but that eye of hunger, baby hunger, that’s some crazy. Another, watch where you touch and always ask first. This poor kid, the “I walked 2 miles up hill, both ways” list is growing, daily. I don’t think there is a place that isn’t sore, swollen or ill-functioning. I can’t wait to tell her when she gets home that her sister-in-law wanted to reminder her of leaky boobs!

I can’t tell you everything Mandy has learned from me, that’s for her, but I have learned a couple of things about myself. First, I have a limit of how much I’ll do before I pitch a hissy fit. I’m exhausted from all the running around lately pulling the weight for both of us. I truly love doing it and I know by the end of the day, regardless of what I do, Mandy is more exhausted than me. By about 7 o’clock however, if you ask me to do anything, I may try to eat you for dinner. Even if I feel it coming, I can’t stop it, a can of crazy just comes flying out. I tend to stop when Mandy looks unfazed (not unphased people) and tells me to buck up. You know how I deal with my stress now, I knit. See, it’s all fucking crazy (booties, booties, hat)!

Cheers!
Kim