Is it the hormones, or am I a crazy person?

Things have been pretty quiet around here lately, as I struggle during those time periods that I am not in bed asleep (which is pretty much where I want to be at all times these days).  I don’t know if it is the iron deficiency, or my third trimester, or chasing after three littles in my third trimester, or a combination of all three, but I have been super drained. Thank God for the pretty weather!  I can just sit outside while the girls play in the sandbox.  Although we did have a week where it rained the entire week, and I thought we were going to eat each other alive. 

 

So, I had a night this week where I decided to just ruin my own night.  I don’t know if you guys have heard, but all of the Blue Bell ice cream products have been recalled due to a listeria contamination.  I didn’t pay much attention to it at first, because we really don’t keep ice cream in our house.  Mostly because I’ll eat it.  I’ll eat it all until I die of eating too much. Like a goldfish. However, I had just remembered that I did partake in some ice cream at my mom’s house. I asked my husband in a panic what kind of ice cream that was (because he had served it to me, like the devoted husband he is) and he assured me it wasn’t Blue Bell.  I relaxed a bit.  But then I remembered I had eaten some ice cream at my grandmother’s house as well. (Because my relatives are trying to kill me).  I couldn’t remember what kind it was, and it was way too late for a panicked call to my grandmother’s house, so I decided upon the most rational course.  I would Google all of the horrifying things that could happen if a pregnant woman contracts listeria. Google did not disappoint, my friends.  There was all sorts of bleak news about pregnancy and listeria.  Apparently, it will kill your baby, and there is not much you can do about it except take some antibiotics if you have symptoms (which can take up to two months to show up) and hope for the best.  You are not even out of the woods if you give birth to a seemingly healthy baby.  They can still be infected and die.  So I sent a panicked email to my grandmother asking her if that was Blue Bell ice cream I had eaten at her house, sobbed into my exasperated husband’s shoulder for a while, and spent the night having nightmares about listeria and convinced I had killed my child with my sweet tooth.  

The next morning, I read the email response from my grandmother.

“Sylvia. We only buy Haagen Dazs ice cream. Go back to bed.”  
Oh. 

   
 

Does anyone else feel like their anxiety has been kicked into high gear since having children? It’s either that or these hormones have officially turned me into a crazy person. I worry and worry about them.  It is my cross to bear.  I really need to work on having more faith and trusting in God’s providence.

36 weeks this week!  I have the pregnant waddle for sure and my legs have started to swell in this heat.  I guess I should pack our hospital bags? Nah, that will jinx it.