Today I woke up with the headache to end all headaches. This, after nearly 36-hours of vomit and headache free blessedness.
Husband came home from church to coddle me and in the mean time, told me that he would help me pluck some of my fetus-induced blackening-beard. This meant a lot to me since I am more than hypersensitive about the fact that the hair on my body has suddenly decided that instead of a nice, pretty girl, I'm actually the wolfman.
After he'd grown tired of working on my face, he pulled down the back of my shirt to rub my back and jokingly proclaimed, "OH! BABY! There's black hair back here!"
"Like long, black hair??"
"Yeah, just think of the joy I could have if you'd let me Nair your back!"
"There's enough back there to Nair?"
That's when, for the first time, the pregnancy hormones got the best of me.
I started to sob. Like a little kid.
Then I started to snivel, "But, but, but I don't want to be hairy. And I don't want to look like sasquatch. And all of my hair is turning black and it's making me ugly and I don't want to be hairy and fat and ugly. I just want to be normal and not be sick and not have a headache. And I don't want to be HAIRY."
I know. It's irrational. And I knew that while it was happening.
I'm getting a little choked up just thinking about it now.
All I have to say is, Bless Husband's Heart. He's in for five more months of this.
2 comments:
This made me laugh. I could see us having this exact conversation.
Had a conversation with father-in-law about the hormonal aspect of pregnancy. He mentioned that his wife (mother-in-law) was extremely oversensitive when pregnant. I replied with "Maybe, but there's a very good chance that you just weren't being nice, either." Ha ha! Poor men... they cannot win against the pregnancy card.
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