Hangry and Prego Emo

First, a fun fact: Switch the L and the O in BLOG and you get...

(not mine)

BOLG! Evil and deranged pale orc from "The Hobbit" films. It amused me, mainly because blogging can sometimes feel like "Bolging"...roaring at the world and stomping around with slumped shoulders and a sour expression.

Now, I present to you, a bolg post.

It was worse in the first trimester when my gag reflex made food prep difficult. Never mind that I was starving, food prep was just bad! But I HAD to eat. And unless Super Husband was around to save the day and finish making dinner, I put on my "angry eyes" and slammed around bowls and cutting boards and utensils until some semblance of a meal was formed.

Super Husband would come home and greet me tenderly, but I'd only suffer a quick hug before I continued my ogre-like rampage around the kitchen. That's how bad it was...and sometimes is, if the monster decides to rear its ugly head.

Meet HANGRY, the hungry, angry orc that I've found myself turning into during pregnancy. Rest assured that after a few measly bites of food, Hangry turns into a sweet little Hobbit of delight, relishing in her meal and apologizing to her hero of a husband. But it's not uncommon for the cautionary phrase, "I'm hangry," to be spoken in our kitchen of late. Watch out!

Likewise, I've discovered a new monster of the pregnancy realm.

PREGO EMO. Uber emotional. Messy tears over the slightest of inconveniences (like a cutting board that managed to slip down, out of reach, between the counter and the refrigerator), choking up at ads for baby products (dang it, Pampers!), and losing it completely over things that I might've handled with more grace in the past.

For example: This morning, while trying to surprise my husband with a steaming hot latte with breakfast, I somehow managed to spill (read: explode) a scalding carafe of espresso all over the counter, the kitchen, and my hand.

Like any calm, collected adult, I rushed over to the sink to submerge my hand in cold water...and burst into uncontrollable sobs. Yep, I'm a big baby. Mainly because I'm carrying one. Although, I feel like this pain warranted tears, even if I wasn't pregnant. It's the worst burn I've ever had, apart from a few nasty sunburns (at least those end up as a nice tan once they heal!).

After Super Husband came to the rescue, got me ice, and cleaned up my ghastly mess, "Prego Emo" struck again! This time, it wasn't out of pain, fright, or general upset...I was embarrassed, and disappointed that my attempt at sweetness toward him was thwarted by clumsiness and a not-quite-tight-enough Aero-Press filter. Add the fact that we would now BOTH be late for work on a day when we have a retreat to get to in the evening...

Oh yes, Prego Emo likes to treat little embarrassments and disappointments as if they were the worst kind of betrayal.

So I'm leaving my "friends" Hangry and Prego Emo here for a bit. Writing is my therapy, and this bolg post has given me some level of comfort. My hand still stings, but a little aloe and a deep breath seems to help that too. We'll get through this.