I am officially in the third trimester of this pregnancy.
As if I couldn't already tell from the fact that I waddle everywhere, I pee about 80 gajillion times a day, and it takes me no less than five minutes to get up off the couch.
In a word: HOT.
And to think, I've got 11 more weeks of getting bigger, less mobility and more incontinence. Remind me why I wanted to get pregnant again?
But while all of this I expected and accept, I have been experiencing something else lately that is new. In the last week I feel like I have been hit by this huge wave of hormones again, which have made me out to be some sort of emotionally unstable person. I don't remember having this happen with either of my pregnancies, (after the first trimester hormonal monster, that is).
For instance, I have cried every day for the past four days, each for the most random reasons. Like today, I was driving with the boys and a song on the radio made me cry. I know that's not totally out there, but songs don't usually make me cry, and if one does, it is a slow, sappy song, usually about kids or something sentimental like that. But this song was an upbeat, happy song, there was absolutely nothing sad, or tug-at-the-heartstrings about it, yet my lip started to quiver and my eyes watered up and I had to change the station before I became too much of a wailing mess to drive. I think the most embarrassing example of my instability happened last week though.
A little background first.
Some jerk wad got access to Husband's credit card number and over the course of two days racked up $600+ on our account. I called the bank right away when I saw the charges. They closed our account, and I told them each of the charges that I thought looked suspicious: two to Wet Seal, one to Newport News, one to Uncommon Goods, one to Urbanog.com, and one to iTunes. I use iTunes, but I never get anything more than a movie rental here or there, so my purchases are always about $4.00 or less. The charge that appeared suspicious to me was for $25.00, and I knew I had not purchased anything in that amount, and I didn't think Husband even knew how to use iTunes.
Well, a few hours later I noticed Husband was playing with our iPad, and I casually asked him if he had been buying anything from the app store. He said yeah, about 25 dollars' worth.
AWESOME.
So the next day I called the bank to correct that one transaction on our fraud report. You know, I'm an honest person, and I just wanted to make it right. Apparently though, Bank of America is being run by clowns, because I was transferred TWELVE TIMES, yet they could not get me to the right department. Each time, I had to retype in my 16-digit account number, then answer FOUR security questions. I was beyond frustrated, and at about person #8, for no logical reason, I began to cry.
I WAS SOBBING TO A CUSTOMER SERVICE PHONE OPERATOR.
She was very apologetic, but even my tears couldn't help me, as it took four more transfers before I finally got sent to the fraud department.
And they fixed my fraud report error in all of 10 seconds.
30 emotional minutes, all for a 10 second procedure. Awesome.
In any case, if you should see a woman, waddling around the grocery store, with a bag of Depends in the cart, crying over the latest People magazine for no explicable reason), don't mind me her. She's just in her third trimester.
