Certifiable

Seventeen weeks pregnant.

I have heard other people say that they are different when they are pregnant, but I would like to think that I am way more than different. I hope I am not this crazy normally. I say to John regularly, "I am certifiable!" Normally this is preceded by some unreasonable display.

1. Emotions. A little more than a month ago, John as released from co-teaching with me in Primary and put in as the Elder's quorum secretary. Doesn't seem like that big of a deal, right? Wrong. They forgot to release him before Sacrament Meeting so the first we hear of it is his name being announce from the pulpit. Shock on our part turned to tears on my part. I cried through the entire meeting. Not subtly. Anyone who has seen me cry knows that my face turns as red as a tomato and my nose might as well be Niagara Falls. Between the strange looks I got and the make-up running down John's shirt, I had to leave the meeting a couple of times to change Ellie/sob in the bathroom.
After Sacrament Meeting we headed to Primary where the flood of tears continued to spill forth. Our Primary class had never been better as they were so nervous as to why their teacher was having a break down. Of course, a couple of members of the presidency so discretely whispered across the room to John if I was okay. "She's fine," he said. That was one of the only times I have wanted someone to know that I was pregnant. I am sure they thought that someone had just been killed by the way I was acting.
2. I don't want to tell people that I am pregnant. Weird, I know. John has either had to tell people, or walked me through exactly when and how so I feel like I have to do it. The weird thing for me is that I love finding out when people are expecting. It's fun and exciting.
3. Food. I am obsessed. If I am not eating food, I am thinking about it. ALL OF THE TIME. I am reminded of a book I read as a kid in which one character was so fat that as soon as he finished one meal he was worried about the next one--when and what to have. That's so me. Thankfully, there isn't too much dessert around our place, and I have monthly accountability weigh ins with my doctor. Dang scale. Of course, John doesn't help. He's all about this new snacky/I-want-to cook-all-of-the-time wife. And just to add salt to the wound, it is not like he is gaining any empathy weight. No, if anything, his metabolism will probably make him lose weight, just to spite me. So, please don't offer me any food, because I probably won't have the self-control to resist.
4. Money. I don't know if it is nesting or what, but I am kind of obsessed with saving money. Somewhat ironically this leads me to spend more money in order to save money. For instance, buying a printer and ink in order to print off coupons. Also, buying a bunch of winter clothes for the three of us for next year. They are on sale right now and what a better time to get Ellie a little snow suit?! This goes on and on and $100 later at Walmart, we are wondering what we bought considering there were only three things on our list. (I did save $12 in coupons though!) I know, crazy.
So, fair warning to people I have to interact with for the next five months. Crazy pregnant woman over here. But the question is, are you really crazy if you think that you are?

This was taken the same day as the above picture, just a different shirt and poking out the overgrown belly.

I don't think that I am actually capable of doing a post without a picture of my kid.