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Tear-able Reasons To Cry During Pregnancy

baby crying

Crying.

On Saturday I cried non-stop.

I blame this mainly on a) being horrendously tired after a very long and stressful week and of course, b) the all encompassing pregnancy hormones. It was also the really silliest of things that would set me off.

Sam, poor thing, was brilliant in that he tried to turn each episode into one that would make me laugh or keep my mind from allowing me to bawl even more. I suppose I should be grateful in that I haven’t really experienced regular pregnancy waterworks, unlike many other women in my position

Thinking back on the few times the tears have got the better of me, the reasons haven’t always been so clear cut and sensible

Allow me to share with you some of the random tear jerkers of my pregnancy so far

 

Yoghurt…

Or rather, I was wanting a particular yoghurt, and of course, it wasn’t in the fridge. In fact, I haven’t eaten this particular type of yoghurt in well over a year, perhaps more! But wanting it I was.

Sam got the hint, once the crying had started that it was in fact, imperative to go and fetch much wanted yoghurt, and in abundance just in case this was a craving that was going to last more than a couple of hours!

yoghurt

 

Going For A Walk…

I was being gently coaxed out of my pyjamas (it was gone noon at this point I might add), to go and have a nice little walk around the block, to stretch my legs and get some fresh air. Maybe even get my caterpillar eyebrows threaded while we were in the vicinity of the place I go to. Sam, just being generally helpful and encouraging. Did my poor brain see it as gentle coaxing and encouraging?

Nope.

Not in the slightest.

It had been raining, and the clouds were getting darker again. I wanted to go by car. I didn’t have any clothes to wear. I wanted to stay in my pyjamas.

The tears came.

We stayed at home.

I still have caterpillars for eyebrows…

green man walking

Missing Sam…

Might seem like an obvious one this but it had been a week of illness for Sam, us going out to different places at different times etc, and my poor brain couldn’t cope with any more separation (I don’t blame you if you are in sudden need of a sick bucket!).

He left the room to get something or other from another part of the house.

I cried.

Why?

Because it was the last straw. I just missed him.

lonely woman

Pregnancy Reading…

Also probably comes as no surprise, but one night, lying in bed reading his n’ hers pregnancy books, Sam looks over to see me crying into the page folds. Initially concerned, he asked if I am ok. All I could blurt out was that the book was too emotional. At least it was about the giving birth side of things which is right up there in the emotional stakes, rather than something functional such as which type of nipple cream would be best to use whilst breastfeeding.

reading in bed

Homes Under The Hammer…

Yes.

You read that right.

I’ll have you know that Homes Under The Hammer can be really emotional viewing! All that hard work, auction stress and demolition can really get under your skin. Especially when the person doing the project comes across as really nice and genuine and then things go wrong for them.

I felt bad for them. So did my hormones.

Sam’s face was a complete picture when he walked in the living room and saw me crying over plaster and sawdust…

hammer

Coat Not Fitting…

Over the last week or so, temperatures have plummeted in the mornings, and so have been wanting to wear a coat to school. Not huge, furry winter ones, but my nice autumn coats/jackets, perfect for keeping the first chills of the changing season at bay.

So I dug out my nice, practically brand new Michael Kors coat that I bought for a complete bargain price in TK Maxx last autumn and put it on. I brought the zip fastenings together to do it up and the two ends wouldn’t meet.

There was this huge bump in the way.

My baby bump.

Well that was it. The crying started.

Have since tried other coats and have been met with the same issue. I think I may need to get a maternity coat to see me through the winter!

woman in coat

 

So there we have it.

Crying in pregnancy.

Completely irrational, over the top, totally uncontrollable and the cause of much bemusement to the nearest and dearest.

 

What sorts of situations have got your pregnancy hormone knickers in such bizarre twists?

knickers hanging on the line

I’d love you to share them, assuring me that I am not alone in this truly bizarre pregnancy phenomenon.

 

 

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  • Lorelle
    September 19, 2017 at 4:16 am

    Oh Donna… the crying just keeps on going even after pregnancy!!! We women are a walking bucket of hormones. Lol…:)

    • Donna
      October 15, 2017 at 5:23 pm

      I am def seeing that more and more!! 🙂

  • Claire
    September 25, 2017 at 10:56 am

    Totally get this. My coat only fits because the bottom button has popped off and I can’t find a maternity coat that I like anywhere! But I find that knowing it’s the hormones making me cry helps me distance myself from it slightly – I still cry but I can laugh at myself too, and it sounds like you’re doing a very good job of that too!

    • Donna
      October 15, 2017 at 5:24 pm

      Aw thanks. I found a lovely maternity coat in the end from http://www.asos.com it was perfect!

  • Berni
    September 27, 2017 at 8:32 pm

    I still cry because of my pregnancy…
    ….and my son is 20 next week!!!!!
    Emotions have never been the same as before 😘

    • Donna
      October 15, 2017 at 5:25 pm

      Gosh! These emotional hormones are here for the long term then!!

  • fancy
    September 30, 2017 at 8:37 am

    I can relate! ! I cried over the post. Just too much of it!

    • Donna
      October 15, 2017 at 5:25 pm

      It’s amazing what gets the tears going!

  • Judy Martin
    September 30, 2017 at 3:15 pm

    I am always crying over something or other too, so it continues way after pregnancy and into the menopause. I don’t know if it is ever going to stop! 🙂

    • Donna
      October 15, 2017 at 5:26 pm

      Tissues on hand at the ready for the rest of my life then!!!