It's time again for my weekly blog hop where we all get to dish out our funny stories involving pregnancy, motherhood, or just funny kids in general. Welcome to:
I'd love for you to join in! Just link up below and feel free to take the above photo if you'd like. Today's story I have to blame on these crazy, insane pregnancy hormones-
Having recently woken up from a nap (and a terrifying dream), you can imagine that I wasn't in the best of moods. In the dream, a new disease was threatening our already scary existence here on this planet. Unfortunately, people were having symptoms that just couldn't be explained unless you had a KFC menu in hand.
Wait. Are you lost? I should back up to explain a bit more.
I did, in fact, mean Kentucky Fried Chicken in the above acronym. You see, people were finding themselves being taken over by a disease that turned their entire bodies into the consistency of fried chicken. Faces were unrecognizable. Arms and legs were resembling chicken thighs. People we knew and loved were starting to look...tasty. Ok, I kid. It was awful. The affected individuals were haunting my nightmares and with good reason. I might be traumatized. Maybe.
Anyway, I don't recall what happened in this dream. I just know that it was one of the wackiest I've had to date.
Back to reality...
Later, I burst into tears, trying and failing to hide this from my dear husband. He rolled over in the bed, asking me if I was crying. Tears streaming down my face and sniffling in full force, I of course replied, "No." He never believes me.
He said (love his heart), "I promise when you tell me I won't try to fix it. Just tell me what's wrong".
After stuttering a bit, I realized that I had no idea what was wrong with me. Searching my brain frantically to come up with the source of my anxiety, I stalled. What was I to say?
You hurt my feelings 6 months, 8.5 days ago!
or
I had a dream our dogs died.
or
Oh, my achin' back!
No. Couldn't say any of that.
Instead, I finally chose the truth-
"I have no idea why I'm crying!" (insert severe sobbing and confusion).
Captain J simply hugged me and said he would always be here for me.
Apparently that satisfied me because three minutes later I was in the kitchen preparing a grilled cheese with a smile on my face.
Like I've said a lot lately, I'm ready for my normal hormones again. The sane ones. The ones that don't make me a loony toon. Meanwhile, I'm racking up all kinds of stories that'll be sure to make me giggle when I'm old and gray!
Do share your stories with me this week! If you don't have a blog, feel free to put them in the comment section. I'll leave the link open until next weeks entry so join in anytime.
