Hey hey hey! Guess what? Guess what?
Today, on this most Fascinating of Fridays, I have a GUEST BLOGGER for you. That’s right. I’m that cool now…Finally cool enough to have someone else write for me. This is what important people do: they get someone else to do their work for them. And then they take the credit.
This means I am important—Yay!
So, I’d like you to meet my friend KLZ from Taming Insanity. She’s smart, sassy and sarcastic. And—she’s pregnant with her number two! This means that whatever insanity she was trying to tame beforehand is probably out the window these days.
Ok, enough from me. I am important today so I’m having KLZ do my work. But I have a request from you, sweet readers. Ready? Check out her blog, follow her, and pump this almost-insane-pregnant momma UP!
A Baby Makes the Marriage
The absolutely hilarious and honest HillJean asked me to write a post on pregnancy. Now, let me be honest: I’m pregnant. So her request made complete sense.
This is…sort of a pregnancy post. It’s also a marriage post. And a parenting post.
We recently went to Las Vegas for a wedding. In the 10 days preceding our trip, our toddler became increasingly distraught. He wouldn’t sleep. He cried whenever I left him. He told me he didn’t think I was going to come back.
It was especially heartbreaking to me that he wept at bedtime because he was afraid I wouldn’t be there when he woke up. Because in a few days, I WOULDN’T be there when he woke up.
He was a mess. Which, in turn, made me a mess. Plus, I’m pregnant and thus a natural mess. It was an ugly situation. In my house, crying feeds on itself. Is that true in all houses? In any case, the Weepie Monster was running rampant in our house.
This, of course, was no help to my natural tendency to make an ass of myself. Seriously, watch this unspooling:
Friday night, I was up the bulk of the night crying and fretting about leaving my baby. Which meant I staggered through Saturday until we went to Target. Target, while normally my safe haven, was a landmine that day as I brilliantly lost my wallet. In the parking lot. Super awesome. I scoured the parking lot and found nothing. Since I was getting on a plane in 4 days and had no ID, credit cards or lip gloss, I may have freaked. I collapsed Saturday night without finishing the work I needed to do.
Sunday I awoke determined to fix the wallet situation and lighten my emotional load. I took Alex to the park. Where I let him go down a slightly damp slide prompting him to come hurtling into my pregnant body. I hit the ground so hard I had mulch embedded in my thigh. I staggered home with my sobbing toddler on my hip and collapsed into a weeping heap on my couch.
Where my husband swooped in and saved the day, in so very many ways. As he drove us to lunch after he’d calmed us both down, I asked him if he still loved me. He said he loved me more every day. Still feeling petulant and insane (thank you pregnancy hormones!) I asked him WHY he loved me.
He laughed. Replied, “Because you’re just the right amount of crazy for me.”
Without a toddler or a pregnancy to show me how crazy I could truly be, I never would have found out how frustrating or beautiful marriage could be. And there’s nothing more romantic than that.
As a side note, I woke up Monday morning with a foolproof plan to quell my crazy: we would take the toddler with us to Vegas. My husband didn’t bat an eye. And you know what? It worked. I’m now as sane as I ever was.
Which is something.
Frank Sinatra said it well, “She may be weary. Women do get weary, wearing the same, shabby dress. When she’s weary, try a little tenderness.” I use that whenever I’m sick of my clothes. Sometimes it gets me a trip to the mall, sometimes just a hug. Either way, it works. If this is your last pregnancy you should have fun wearing all the “cute” maternity clothes that you can! When’s the actual due date?
Eh, you never know. I think the baby can really push things sometimes…for good and bad.
Good, because it’s all crazy all the time.
What an adorable story! With a fellow like that, I’m sure you’d still have found out how wonderful marriage can be, baby or not ????
Sigh. While I wouldn’t wish that week upon anyone (mulch embedded thighs are never flattering), I sometimes wish I was still pregnant….to explain the crazy.
Because clearly I would have to be crazy to type what I just did.
Pregnancy is such a roller coaster. Thanks for taking me back! But honestly, even I might be in love with your husband now. His response was PERFECT!
It was the right solution for us. I know a bunch of people probably think it was a crappy parenting decision but I just can’t make us all miserable because….well, I just can’t.
I’m not even pregnant and all that would make me a mess! Glad to hear you found the wallet.
Awww, that was so sweet of your husband to say. I can totally understand the crying though.
Thanks so much for having me – I was nervous that the crazy wouldn’t truly come across in this post. Hope your Friday is fantastic.
KLZ are excellent initials for me.
Maybe I’ll shut down TI and start a private, crazy blog.
He’s pretty good when I’m freaking out. Although he did threaten to poop on my pillow earlier because I remembered something diferently than her did.
I knew I liked you.
Hey I thought I was the only one that had mulch dents permanently embedded in my rump? Nice ending to the story but sorry about the wallet. Some days are JUST like that but you handled it as well as could be expected. W.C.C.
Yah, definitely have Joe read this ????
I think I’ll keep him.
No, mulch dents are a growing club apparently.
This made me tear up! I felt the stress and then felt the relief when your husband said that you were just the right amount of crazy for him. That is so sweet!
I’m preggo too with another baby girl…i’m an emotional wreck and a regular basis…and that little compliment was so sweet.
Eventually, I realized I needed to embrace who I am because Lord knows it ain’t gonna change.
I believe everyone’s a little bit of crazy. The key is to find someone who appreciates your particular kind of crazy. And you have done that! Pregnancy crazy is so intense. I think you’re awesome for taking Alex to Vegas when it became obvious leaving him at home would make both of you unbelievably upset ????
You are my favorite kind of crazy.
Wow, I almost forgot how crazy pregnancy makes a person. It’s so great to have a supportive husband who can just laugh and comfort you when the crazy comes through. But you know what KLZ, you’re the right amount of crazy for me, too ????
“You’re the right amount of crazy for me” might just be the most romantic REAL thing any man EVER said. Kudos on finding the guy who can articulate it!
I would have freakin lost it without that. Seriously.
Oh love seeing her version of crazy over here … love seeing KLZ anywhere!
I can’t imagine how I’ll be with a newborn and a toddler this time around. Thank goodness he’s ok with the crazy, huh?
I had to give comment love to your husband’s perfect remark. And bravo for braving Vegas with a toddler!
Sorry, I’m laughing at the thought of KLZ being described, by anyone, as “sane.”
Yeah, it made me decide to keep him for at least another week.
“Just the right amount of crazy for me.” Oh, this is perfect, KLZ! And what a real marriage really should be based on, right??
My Friday is fantastic–because you’re on my blog. Woot! You really could make that famous line a teeshirt. It sounds kinda sexy ????
What a guy!
Great story – I really liked the ending:) Your husband’s encouraging words are definitely the highlight of your tale!
Glad I just read the credits cause I was going to ask if you found the wallet! Isn’t it refreshing to know there are nice people in this world still?
My wallet mysteriously appeared in the mail last week. Everything completely in tact.
I like your brand of crazy KLZ (that rhymes).
That means more than you think.
I was worried about it. I wasn’t sure the crazy was relatable – thanks for reading.
Wise man. Wise words.
Oh those fun pregnancy hormones! I love your plan of just taking the babe with you:) Sooo something I would do!
I just am more open about my crazy than others. I don’t think I’m ACTUALLY more crazy than others.
Ok, so romantic. ????
He’s something alright.
It’s so ridiculous what hormones can do.
Hey…following you now, because KLZ told me to. And what she says to do, I do…because she is awesome like that.
If you ever start another blog, it needs to be titled, “Just the Right Amount of Crazy”.