35 Weeks Along...Mood Swings and Other Things

Just the term; "Mood Swings" is an understatement of catastrophic proportions right now.

All day today I have been vacillating between either crying jags, bouts of anger, frustration, irritability and then I find myself laughing hysterically at something that probably really isn't even that amusing to begin with.

And I've also been of two minds that I either look and feel like this:

Or, like this:

And just the mere fact alone that people totally forget how to act in inclement whether, probably makes me more of a candiate for the second photo, the one of Godzilla than the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. Actually, I feel like Mr. Stay Puft but my mood is more in line with Godzilla.

And don't even get me started on people asking me how "far along" I am and if I'm carrying twins and then reaching out and touching Bellyzilla like they are best friends. Step away from the belly! I don't know you like that! These nobs rub the belly, jiggle the belly, and generally act like they have some sort of special connection with the belly. I guess they've never heard the term; "personal space". It's ok if it's family or someone I know very well. But when it's just any old person who has had their hands God only knows where, well, then it creeps me out.

It's just another thing to add to the ever increasing list of things that either piss me off, make me irritable or make me wanna poke someone in the eye.

I never really suffered from PMS, in my non-pregnant life, but jeez, if this is what it's like, I'm thankful I don't typically deal with it. Just the same though, it takes very little to annoy or irritate me lately, as my dear husband can tell you.

Can you believe Gareth had the nerve to tell me that I was going to eat Christmas Pudding this year....the man knows that next to Black Pudding and Marmite, that I think it's the most foul thing on the face of the earth -no matter how much brandy cream, custard or double-cream you drown it in...Yet he told me I'd be eating Christmas Pudding this year! The cheeky git...the nerve....I tell you, it's a good thing he's in Manhattan right now or I'd have been mightily tempted to make him sleep on the sofa.

And I had just gotten done telling him, in detail by the way, about my day. I added a few tears for good measure and then some good old fashioned righteous indignation, so why he thought he could get away with that remark is beyond me. And I did go into detailed detail about some other "burning issues" (see below) I've been having lately.

Anyhow....I know I'm not alone in feeling like this. Several of the other Mom's in my January Mommies Club are going through the same exact thing. I just feel like I am gonna snap at a moments notice and that I can't take one more single day of feeling like an overinflated balloon about to burst.

Everything hurts. And I mean everything. As a matter of fact, I'm certain my hair follicles even hurt.

Sitting is uncomfortable because there's a big ole baby head between my legs.

Standing is uncomfortable because there's a big ole baby head between my legs.

Walking is uncomfortable because ...*say it with me everyone*....there's a big ole baby head between my legs.

Laying down is uncomfortable because...well, you know the drill by now.

And to make matters worse - which is doing nothing for my mood, I'm also having another all-too-common problem associated with pregnancy, and lets just say it's of the burning and itching variety. I don't really think any elaboration is needed. Why couldn't I get something normal like heartburn, indigestion, or hell, I'd even settle for constipation? But no, I got something else.

It got so bad today whilst I was out shopping (don't even ask me what possesed me to become masochistic enough to get out in THAT mess!) that I was about ready to run screaming from the mall and fly, ass first, into the nearest snow bank. And I'm quite sure the result would have been steam coming out from behind me.

That my lovlies, is how bad it is.

So, I posted about it in the Mommies Club and came away with a suggestion that everyone swears by who's suffered the same painful, embarrasing ailment I am. Take sanitary pads and soak them in Witch Hazel and then place in the freezer for a few hours. The Witch Hazel won't freeze solid but will congeal and stay cold for some time. Notice I've added emphasis to STAY COLD.

So I did this.

After 4 hours in the freezer I figured that was enough time. Then according to directions posted by other mommies, take said semi-frozen soaked Witch Hazel pad, place against offending posterior and leave it for a while.

WHOAAAAAAAAAA NELLIE!!!!!!!!!!!

The term, "assicle" immediately came to mind, among a few other choice phrases I will attempt and be mature enough not to repeat. Just imagine good ole Godzilla up there with one of those pads shoved up against his bum (well ok, a pad the size of a 18-wheeler) and the resulting roar and you might have yourself a pretty good idea of the sound that came forth out of my mouth.

I will admit now though, that I have experienced some measure of relief. But I can't say for sure if it's the properties in the Witch Hazel that did it, or the fact that my ass-cheeks are now frozen numb and probably frozen together. To be honest, I don't feel anything in the region and as concerning as that should probably be, I'm just grateful to have temporarily put out the fire.

I'm just hoping the relief lasts past the Great Thaw that I am sure will eventually occur.