Crazy Train

I guess I missed my stop to get off the crazy train! Seven months pregnant I find myself with more on my plate than usual. Normally nonchalant and cool-headed, I maintain a balanced state no matter what the circumstance. In the past month I’ve been tested in a variety of categories including a new life-long roommate, self-control, apartment flooding, moving and my beloved dog seizing — all of which I feel I’ve failed in one way or another. Women as hormonal as me should come with a warning label. My pregnant alter-ego is quick-tempered, emotionally unbalanced, neurotic and in a constant state of anxiety-ridden panic. Try as I might to appear content, focused and under control, my mind races with thoughts of baby names, cribs, organizing and re-organizing the house and endless shopping lists. I realize of course that I’m not the first woman to become pregnant, but I honestly can’t understand how people with much larger issues in their lives go about their daily business without constant distraction. I fantasize about leaving everything behind and starting it all over with the people I love on a remote desert island. I should probably just learn to deal with complications but that doesn’t sound nearly as appetizing.

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