We have officially entered the “Eryn Is Irrational” stage of pregnancy.
You know how people tell you pregnancy hormones can make you emotional? I thought they meant I’d cry at heartwarming commercials or get misty-eyed over baby clothes.
No.
Apparently my version is much weirder.
Since hitting 24 weeks, and now at 25 weeks I have cried almost every day.
I’m sure I already said this but I genuinely can’t remember. I cried because I saw what I thought was a Taylor Swift music video for Toy Story 5. It wasn’t actually a music video. It was basically a compilation of clips from the previous movies featuring Jessie. Somehow my brain immediately jumped to, “Oh my God, they’re going to kill off Jessie.”
I then sat there crying over a fictional cowgirl.
I got mad at Hector for five hours because he wouldn’t let me pop a pimple on his back. We didn’t talk. Five hours. Over a pimple.
I cried because my biological father doesn’t like one of our baby name choices. Normally I couldn’t care less about his opinion. If he told me the sky was blue, I’d probably still look out the window to verify it myself. Yet somehow pregnancy hormones decided this was a devastating personal attack.
And today?
Today I cried because we got Chick-fil-A and Hector ate his sandwich before I could have a bite.
To be clear, I had my own meal.
Not only did I have my own meal, I had a 12-piece grilled nugget, fries, and a side salad. I was not starving. There was plenty of food. I was fully fed.
But the fact that he ate his sandwich before I got my ceremonial “just a bite” apparently broke something inside me.
So if you’ve been wondering how pregnancy is going, the answer is that physically I’m doing pretty okay.
Emotionally, however, I’m one Jessie montage away from another complete breakdown.
