Penny

I think - I'm not sure, mind you, but I think - I may have just experienced my first real pregnancy-induced semi-psychosis.

Despite all my books telling me that I would probably have violent mood swings and hysterical PMS-Ain't-Nothin' emotional see-saws, I think I've been actually pretty stable for the last couple of months. A little more inclined to cry at emotional situations, but no huge swings or anything. More stable, in fact, than I usually am with PMS.

So...

So we went out to eat with the Brandts and Jeremy and Elizabeth to celebrate Kris' birthday. (Happy birthday, Kris!)

But Wednesday is the night we usually do the grocery shopping.

On our way out the door, when Matt mentioned it, I said, "No sweat. We'll see how I'm feeling when we get home, and if I'm too tired, we'll just do it tomorrow." Matt said, "Okay."

At dinner, when it got brought up again, I said, "Wow, I'm sleepy. I think I'm declaring tomorrow Eat-Out-For-Lunch-Day (since we're out of our usual lunch foods) and we'll go to the store tomorrow." Matt said, "Okay."

On our way home from the restaurant, I knew - knew - that I had to get the groceries tonight. I was still so full from dinner that the very idea of eating made me nauseous, but I had to get the groceries. I knew that if I didn't, I was going to spend all day tomorrow feeling horrible and guilty about it. "We have to get the groceries," I said. "Now, before we go home, because once I get home I'm not going to want to go back out."

"We don't have a list," Matt said.

"We'll wing it. All we really need is lunch stuff, and the other usual stuff."

Matt, I think, detected the crazy-pregnant-lady-hysterical tone that I was trying to suppress. He glanced over at me briefly, hesitated, and did what any reasonable, logically-minded man would do. He said, "Okay."

We went and got groceries - despite my nearly gagging at the thought of actually eating any of them, because I was still so full from dinner (I thought it was still too early in the pregnancy to get an overstuffed feeling from one plate of salad and a baked potato, but I guess not). We got the groceries, and as soon as we had them loaded into the car and were on our way home, I thought...

That couldn't have waited until tomorrow? What the fuck?

So back off, man. I've got crazy pregnant lady hormones, and I'm not afraid to use them.