Maybe I'm a bit biased, since I'm me and all, but I think I've survived most of my pregnancy without turning into some deranged psycho lady all bent out of shape because of various hormones. Granted, the pregnancy started on a sad note, but I believe those were just real emotions sorting themselves out. I did not want to be pregnant way back then. It was a shock, and it changed my life around. I had to get used to the idea. Since then, I'm been emotionally pretty stable. No crying fits, no temper-tantrums, no crazy fights with my husband, no all-out bitchery. Again, maybe those around me would say otherwise, but I don't think so. If anything, for the last few months, especially since getting my work future straightened out, I've felt incredibly happy. I'm excited, and I'm content. It's not a bad way to be.
Then last night, I think maybe the hormones got to me a little.
My husband and I love Bravo reality TV, mostly Project Runway and Top Chef. We often tape the show (yeah, we're stuck in the 90s with our VCR) and watch it together whenever we're both home. So last night we popped in last week's episode to catch ourselves up. If you're unfamiliar with the show, it's a chef competition where one contestant is told to "pack their knives" at the end each week. We love it because the people seem truly talented, and they're thrown into all sorts of zany challenges. They do confessional-type interviews throughout so you can see their personalities and what they're really thinking. And there is this one girl on the show who makes my blood boil. Lisa. She is negative times a billion. She points a finger at everyone else. She has no grace, no charisma, and from what I can tell, no talent. She blames everyone on her team when things go wrong, and when they're in the kitchen together, she treats everyone around her like a complete idiot. She drives me nuts. And throughout each episode, I mutter things under my breath at her, mostly to make my husband laugh. He knows I despise her antics.
Well, after the show, for whatever reason, because I said something negative that neither of us can remember, my husband jokingly referred to me as "the Lisa of our house." Ha ha. I snickered. Then a couple of minutes later he said it again. I knew he was joking. But something inside me just went bonkers. I was flushed with serious anger. Outraged. How dare he compare me to that awful woman! Is that really what he thinks of me? I went from zero to pissy just like that. My mood was shot, and yeah, I let him know it.
I decided it was time for bed because in the back of my mind, I knew I was being crazy. My husband came upstairs with me, and we talked it out. By the end of the conversation, I guess the hormone level had balanced itself back out, because I decided the entire thing was hilarious. I mean, what kind of fight is that? I started giggling and couldn't stop, making it worse as I made my husband promise to never call me "The Lisa of the House" again. I felt like a madwoman, one minute fuming, the next embroiled in fits of laughter. I honestly couldn't figure out what I'd been so steamed about.
So yeah, I blame the hormones. And Lisa. She really is awful.