I don't have a whole lot of exciting things to blog about, being stuck at home all day with a newborn. So bare with me as I post about my currently crazy hormones.
I will willingly admit that I am feisty when I am pregnant. Perhaps when I am carrying a girl, and don't have testosterone raging through my body, I will act more like myself. But, with the last two pregnancies and the corresponding male embryos, you had better steer clear of me if you didn't want my opinion on something/everything. Thankfully, I can recognize my fieriness and although I can't exactly change the way I feel, I can at least warn the people around me. Many a nights I cautioned Greg early on that I was ornery and that he should not take it personal, but that he possibly should watch out.
Postpartum, I find my hormones are even more out of whack. I am not so aggressive anymore, but weepy. Weepy might be a gentle way to put it. I cry over everything, as in I cried the other night when watching Lois compete in a beauty pageant on Malcolm in the Middle. I cried when I received a very generous gift from a friend. I got teary eyed when we ran into another friend last night and she simply asked how I was doing. I hold back the tears when Brody cries out to be nursed for the fifth time during the night. Now don't go getting all worried; I am not depressed. The tears usually aren't even sad tears, a good part of the time I find myself crying because I am touched by someone's thoughtfulness, and often I just find myself crying for no reason at all.
I'm not really sure which version of me is better, feisty or weepy, but poor Greg, he is in it for the long haul. I have been pregnant or nursing, and thereby not myself, since August 2007 without a break! And, I still have about another year of breastfeeding to go until I can return to my normal, steadily-hormoned self.