My day was going pretty normal and I was feeling pretty good. I was busy at work and the day seemed to be flying by. I had a BOMB salad for lunch.... whew. so good I might've dreamt about it last night... and then it was time for my nap. Yes. I take a nap. Every single day.
I have been blessed with my own office. With this comes the privilege of being able to lock the door, lay down on the floor, wrap up in my Duck Dynasty blanket, use my sweatshirt as a pillow and take a 20 minute power nap every day during my lunch hour. I don't think I could survive this pregnancy and working full time without those blessed and much needed 20 minute power naps. Call me a sissy. Don't care. It's my heaven.
Well about 7 minutes before my alarm was going to go off, I hear a knock on my office door. I thought it was probably a fellow employee that would walk away once I didn't respond. Then about 4 seconds after the first knock, I hear a POUNDING on my door almost like the Hulk was having an emergency and needed me to get out of my office ASAP. So I jump up from the floor and sprint to the door... which is not easy in my current, unbalanced physical state.
I open the door in a panic and there stands one of my patients who was there to just literally sign one thing. He must have just chosen not to see the large sticky note on the door that said "AT LUNCH"... so you can imagine my annoyance at this point, although the poor guy didn't know what he had just done.
I let him in and have him sign his one paper and then he leaves and then it's already time for me to get back to work so any chances of recovering those 7 minutes are lost.
This is when I truly realized how important my naps are.
Within 30 seconds or less (probably less) my mood swing kicked in like a tsunami and there was no person or thing that could stop it from taking over. I was tired and mad and now emotional. All I wanted was those sweet 7 minutes of nap back.
Then suddenly, mid-freak out, out of completely NO WHERE, like a lightening bolt straight into my stomach... the urge for a milkshake struck.
And it struck h-a-r-d.
I feel like now I have reallllllly figured out what it means to have a 'pregnancy craving'.
I'm not talking about one of those cravings you get when you're bored and haven't had a slice of cheese pizza in a while. I'm talking like one of those cravings where you legitimately start crying behind the closed doors of your office because you don't just want... you NEED a milkshake SO BAD but yet you're still stuck at work for another 2 hours and you have a meltdown thinking about how unfair it is that you can't just pick up your stuff and leave work to get yourself one....
So then I text Tanner about my urgent dilemma.
In my mind, the perfect solution was having him just come bring me one because waiting the 2 hours until my shift was over seemed unbearable.
And then I realized... I was instantly becoming one of those pregnant ladies...
The one's that are
My husband was at home with a 102 fever after spending the majority of his day puking and yet I actually considered it for a tiny, itty-bitty moment, as a possibility to have him come bring me a chocolate milkshake.
Then I cried when I realized how crazy it was for me to think of that possibility and how I would never actually make him do that given his current state...
But it doesn't change the fact that the thought was there, it was real and I couldn't control it.
Not my proudest pregnant moment. But it's legitimate and i'm owning it.
Before this day, I have been thinking that I am very lucky to not be 'super' emotional so far with this pregnancy.
Then days like yesterday happen and I think that
It's like you know you're being absolutely irrational and crazy, but you literally have zero control over it.
However, this day ended surprisingly well, once work was done and I was able to go straight to DQ to get myself a double fudge frozen hot chocolate. I might've legitimately gasped the moment I took my first sip because it was that good.
And I might've taken this picture while driving (don't judge).... only with the fear that by the time my car was parked in front of our house, the milkshake would be completely gone.
My intuition was correct. I think I downed that sucker within a matter of minutes.
Talent.
So cheers to the bad days, the no nap days, intense cravings days , absurd hormone days and the every day battles of pregnancy...or of just being an awkward human in this crazy thing called life.
Cheers to the struggle.
