#AtoZChallenge: ‘P’ is for Pregnancy

Today we’re going back over 10 years, to when I was pregnant with Little Man. I was a bundle of nerves during that pregnancy, and let me tell you, between the pregnancy hormones, my tendency to have mood swings whether I’m pregnant or not, and being tightly wound from the anxiety, I wasn’t always the funnest person to be around.

My husband is probably going to think that is the understatement of the year when he reads this, and you guys might think the same by the time you reach the end of this post. I’m not one to cry much — unless I’m watching Disney Pixar films, and then I can’t stop the waterworks — but I would cry over just about anything while I was pregnant..

The Vegetables

My husband and I had only been married for a year when we got pregnant with Little Man. We decided that I was going to be a stay-at-home-mom, so one of the things I did during my pregnancy was try to improve my cooking skills. This didn’t go very well for me, which you already know if you’ve read the Mommy Started The Fire post.

One day I decided to make stir fry, which included cooking a bag of frozen vegetables. The instructions said that I only needed a little bit of water to make the veggies, and I thought that was a mistake, since I’d never seen anyone cook veggies that weren’t covered in water (unless they were fried) before. (Dear 23-year-old me — steaming exists.)

My husband assured me that the veggies would turn out fine if I followed the recipe. Three minutes into cooking, I was convinced that he was wrong and got super upset about my plan of making a good supper being ruined.

This happened:

Let’s just say that my husband was pretty bewildered with this. After he calmed me down and I got myself together, I cleaned up the mess and got a new packet of veggies. I cooked them according to the instructions, and guess what? The instructions were correct. I just needed to have a little more trust in both the people in charge of putting recipes on the back of frozen food packs and my husband.


In addition to being a sucky cook, I’m also terrible at driving places. I have a hard time remembering where things are, my brain doesn’t do directions, and I tend to panic when I’m trying to go somewhere new. If Driving Under the Influence of Stupidity charges were a thing, I wouldn’t have a license at this point.

One day I had to drive somewhere in the town I lived in and got lost. I tried using the GPS I got for Christmas, but it didn’t help because it told me to turn on a road that didn’t exist. I had never felt so betrayed before in my life — we waited in line at 5AM on Black Friday to get that GPS for a bargain, and it did this?! In a state of panic, I called up my husband, who was at work.

He was more amused than bewildered this time, especially when he asked why I didn’t use my GPS, and I told him that there was an attempt. He later told me that after he told a couple of guys at work that I was lost again, they also asked why I didn’t use my GPS (they were aware of my tendency to call and ask how to go places) and had a good laugh over it.

Grocery Shopping

There was more than one teary shopping incident during that pregnancy (there is no worse feeling than knowing you have to walk to the back of Walmart during the ninth month), but for this post, I’ll focus on the one that left a cashier kinda freaked out.

This was during the last trimester of my pregnancy. I went grocery shopping at Aldi and had the cart loaded up. During checkout, I got out my debit card to pay, and when I swiped my card, it asked for my PIN. I started to enter it, but then my mind completely blanked — I didn’t have a clue what the number was. Thanks, pregnancy brain.

The store was mostly empty and there was no one else in my line, so the cashier didn’t have a problem with me calling my husband to get the number. Unfortunately, he didn’t answer, which caused me to freak out a bit. I then called my grandmother to see if she had any idea what my PIN was, but she didn’t since she had no reason to know.

Cue the tears.

You guys would have been crying, too, if you had Aldi’s danish pastries in your cart and had to leave them behind. I’m only focusing on LM’s pregnancy for this post, but if I had opened it up to tear-fests during Baby Girl’s pregnancy, I’d write about the time I angry cried over the ice cream store being out of cookies and cream. Pregnant women don’t play when it comes to sweets.

I didn’t figure out the PIN while I was there. I had to leave the cart and wait for my husband to get back to me before I could pay for those groceries. Y’all better believe that I avoided eye contact when I eventually went back in. Good times, those pregnancy days.

Bonus: Poop

When Candy at Geek Mamas suggested that I should’ve saved the poop story from yesterday for today, the P day, I told her that I already had planned to write about pregnancy. That reminded me of something that combines the pregnancy and pooping worlds: The Fear.

There comes a moment during pregnancy when a woman makes a realization. Much like the, “Wow, I don’t even know this little leech yet, but I really love him!” moment, women also experience a, “Holy shit, I could poop during delivery!” moment. The Fear. That moment isn’t nearly as joyous as the former.

I was into the second trimester when I realized that it was possible that I could poop while trying to deliver my child.

I could see it happening plain as day — I’d be in the final stages of my drug-free delivery (lol) and instead of pushing out a baby, I’d accidentally push out a turd.

You’ll be happy to know that — after months of worrying about this and trying to figure out ways to prevent such a thing from happening — I didn’t poop. I asked my husband after delivering Little Man, and he assured me that no extras were delivered. Whew.

What’s something silly that you’ve cried over? 

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Author: Erika

I’m a SAHM to two kids. When I’m not doing all the typical mom things (diapers, soccer, etc.), I like writing, reading, and playing games. Clearly I live the life of a rock star.

30 thoughts on “#AtoZChallenge: ‘P’ is for Pregnancy”

  1. I didn’t cry during pregnancy that I can remember but shortly after we brought our first one home we watched Clan of the Cave Bear and when the mother got sucked into the earth I had a meltdown and had to go check our daughter to make sure she was okay (why the mother getting sucked into a hole would make our daughter disappear I never quite figured out).

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  2. The crying during pregnancy is exhausting. Yes, I have cried over stupid things and also real things, but mostly I DUNNO WHY I cried. Ugh.
    I feel for you about the PIN. That had to be rough.
    You know lots of people poop in delivery. They’re medical personnel, half-expecting a poo. They’re much more worried about things that could go wrong. But I’m glad you didn’t poop. I didn’t either, cause C-section 🙂

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    1. It’s madness.

      Yeah, I know some people who told me that they did and it was no biggie, but I’d still die. Heck, for all I know I did anyway and my husband spared my feelings 😀 I had a C-section the second time, so at least I didn’t have to worry about that, although that probably would’ve been a blip on the radar with all the worries Baby Girl gave us.

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  3. Wow that all sounds very stressful. Also all of these freak outs seem like things I could do, and I’ve never been pregnant. I mean, I’ve never actually totally blanked on my PIN number, but there have been a couple of panicky close calls. I have the thought “what if I forget my PIN, right now?” when I am about to type it in, and, because my brain is into Sabotage, it then happens. Fortunately, it doesn’t last, but I am always terrified that it will. And no-one knows my PIN but me, so… yeah. It would be awkward.

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    1. It’s almost funny how important knowing four little numbers is! I guess this is why some people go for the 1234 PINs, take their chances that no one will steal their card and always be able to buy what they need without the fear.


  4. I am laughing so hard at all of these!

    This is unrelated to pregnancy but it was a PMS episode… Before I saw Forest Gump, my Mother-in-Law said she thought I’d love it and said how cute the story was. After the movie, I was inconsolable. I made it out of the theater and to the theater entrance before my legs quit working because I was sobbing so hard my entire body shook. My husband could not figure out how to help so instead just explained to passersby that Forest just wanted his Jenny. He says it took about 15 minutes just to get me from there to the car. I hardly remember it, I was so distraught.

    Emily In Ecuador

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    1. Cute?! That movie had me crying like crazy, too. That’s a hilarious explanation. People probably thought you had too much to drink 😀 Speaking of movie meltdowns, I had one a few weeks ago after having too much to drink. My husband said that I started talking about the kid’s movie “Coco” (that we had watched a week or so earlier) and started wailing about it. Yikes.

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      1. Oh yes, I sobbed with The Notebook, too. I really want to watch it again, but have avoided it for years because I don’t want to ugly cry again 😀


  5. I was in my first trimester and only just started really experiencing symptoms. I was put on progesterone, 200 mg tablets, twice a day. Not only did it make me extremely tired (not a curb was safe when I was driving), but it also made my pregnancy symptoms much stronger. Morning sickness came into play. I’m an extremely picky eater but I LOVE cheesies (macaroni). I cried my eyes out when I went to eat a glorious bowl of golden ambrosia and it promptly launched right back out my throat. I sat, cuddling my kitchen trashcan, blubbering that I was going to starve to death. My husband tried to not snicker but the whole situation was amusing to him. Tears turned to fury. I think he feared for his life that day.

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  6. I also wanted to mention, but totally hit the post button before typing it, that the pooping during delivery came up with my husband and me. He found out it was something that happens and he asked me if I was worried about pinching a loaf during delivery. I told him no. He made some comment about how he didn’t want to watch the mechanics of me dropping a deuce and wondered how I’m not even a little nervous about the possibility. I told him that I was not the one who would be eye level with my business so the doctor should be the one concerned about the size, consistency and velocity of my poop.

    I’m almost positive he threw up a little.

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  7. I only discovered your blog the other day from the discovery page and I’ve just been working my way through a few of your recent posts and oh my days they are giving me a good giggle! Love your writing. I’ll look forward to reading more 😊 Oh and I’m with you on the pregnancy tears – that was me last year! I vividly remember crying in the supermarket because I couldn’t remember what I had gone in for. I called my husband to ask but couldn’t even get the words out because I was crying so much. Pregnancy hormones!! 🤦🏻‍♀️

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    1. I’m glad you’re enjoying them! Haha, oh no! The sad thing, is it doesn’t get a whole lot better since Mommy Brain starts happening 😀


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