The Mr. and I head down to the mall to get my ring removed after my hands swelled to corpse-like proportions.
Perhaps my wussy attitude toward ring removal does not bode well for childbirth. I always thought I had a high pain tolerance, but this is not a rugged display.
Can’t breathe at night. Normal pregnancy symptom, I’m told. Still, it feels so torturous I keep expecting John Yoo to write me a memo.
The good news is that this middle-of-the-night meltdown was captured by the Mr. If I’m going to exploit my baby, why not start now by exploiting my baby-related meltdowns?
If you are pregnant and panicking ’cause you can’t breathe, know you are not alone. If you are not, please enjoy a private but satisfying sense of superiority. That’s what I would do.
Oh, and this is NSFW. Sorry, I’m short of breath, but long on swears.
If I’m going to exploit my baby, why not start now, by exploiting my pregnancy-related emotional problems?
In this video, my husband tapes me freaking out during my first trimester. Someone told us to keep a video diary. Self absorption meets hormone surge and they get along great!
The Mr. is just a regular guy who works for a computer company, which is why he adorably, but unknowingly, shoots right into a mirror. Still, he does a decent job tamping down the tears. I’d like to say we’re kind of Sonny and Cher, but more like Sonny and Overshare.