People warned me of possible mood swings. The books talk about them. But no one is ever ready for them. It is week 9, and I REALLY wish it was month 9 now. I love my wife, but damn. I have seen her upset before, she has a good temper, but this is just crazy. Yesterday we where making cup cakes, one of things she loves to do. And I held out an ice cream scooper for her to uses to get the batter out. And she went crazy. It seems that I was "up in her space". And hovering is also a no no. Its times like this I wish I had a bunker. All stocked with food and water for the coming 9 months. It also amazes me how if I would do any of the stuff she has been doing I would be considered an insensitive jerk, but because she is pregnant its all OK. And I know I am going to get it just for writing this, but I have to warn the others.
Remember you are always wrong. Talk softly, but not too softly or she will think you are talking under your breath and saying bad things. Speak clearly, never ask questions, get it right the first time without knowing the answer or being told to do it. Have a built in GPS, and learn how to read minds. Always have a "nice" answer, and remember she is glowing, and looks wonderful. Everything that is going wrong with her is "natural" and "normal". And there is never EVER a reason to say she is "fat" or "looks bloated" even is she says it first. You always see her as the beautiful, and wonderful woman you married. Because your opinion doesn't count, and only her best friend knows the real answer.
Love you honey. No, your feet do not look like they are swelling. You have the perfect mother-to-be body. Oh yes I will rub your back and feet. Yes Dear. As You Wish.
Mood swings. Or the Pendulum of Doom!
Labels: Bunker, Mood Swings, PendulumPosted by The Blue Canary at 8:15 AM
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