Monday, December 11, 2006

I'm A Case of Baskets

I have finally reached the stage of tired + insane hormones = uncontrollable fits of crying.

Last Sunday our lesson in Relief Society was on unity. There was one comment on how each of us should be striving to feel so unified that if we needed help we know we could call any lady in our ward and know that we would be helped or they would know someone who could help. Well the last two months I have been knocked to my backside with the NVP (nausea and vomiting due to pregnancy) and have not been able to take care of my kids let alone make meals and clean my house. I knew I needed help but I hadn't felt as "unified" as I normally have. So I asked my sister Melissa if she could phone the ward and ask for help be cause I was all up in my prideful self and couldn't actually utter the words that "I needed help". I was so surprised at the volume of willing hands. Its been three weeks now and people have supplied us with meals and cleaned my kitchen and bathroom a truly humiliating task (as I've said before Tweedle D just learned to stand to pee). So needless to say I was teary eyed during the lesson.

Follow that minor event up with a comment from "mean doctor" in Scrubs (for some reason his character name escapes me). His 3 year old son is asking the question "daddy where do babies come from?" I was expecting the answer to be all sarcastic or blunt, but no. He says "Son when mommies and daddies love each other very much, sometimes they close their eyes and wish very, very hard." Cue water works. This was reminiscent of the time I cried all the way through "Armageddon". Yes the movie staring Bruce Willis, Liv Tyler, and Ben Affleck. I can still remember using my shirt to clean my face as I had already used up all the Kleenex.

These fits of crying can happen anytime and anywhere. Its almost like an out of body experience because I can't control the crying but my brain is all "Thats no reason to cry. What's a matter with you? You're embarrassing yourself."

1 comment:

Karen said...

I guess you need to carry a box of kleenex in your bucket.

I'm sorry you're feeling so poorly. This too shall pass.

Eventually.

(Not soon enough, though, I'm sure.)