How much patience could a pregnant woman lose, if a pregnant woman had any patience?
All of it.
Last night I came home and much like every other night my amazing boyfriend and my two sweethearts were there to greet me with their hugs, their kisses and their never ending noise. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love the madness that is being the only woman in a house full of boys and I’m fully prepared for it to get even more wild around here. Last night, though, I was really hopeful for a little bit of peace and a tiny bit of quiet.
Instead what I got was Baby M playing with toys in the living room, doing silly voices for them and his toys kept making the same noises over and over again. I can’t remember what the noises were exactly but lets say they were…“boom bah.” For about an hour straight his toys said, “boom bah, boom bah, boom bah, boom bah, boom bah, boom bah, boom bah, boom bah, boom bah, boom bah, boom bah, boom bah, boom bah, boom bah, boom bah, boom bah, boom bah, boom bah, boom bah, boom bah, boom bah, boom bah, boom bah, boom bah, boom bah, boom bah, boom bah, boom bah, boom bah.” I suppose you get the point.
In the midst of all that there was Baby J, who is learning more about how and when he can have his crazy little outbursts. He mostly thinks that it’s okay whenever his older brother is being absolutely wild as well. So here I have the “boom bah” boy and the “raaaaaaaaah!” baby being bonkers.
Of course, the two of them aren’t my only noise makers. My amazing boyfriend, who I wouldn’t trade for anything in the whole wide world, is also a giant child at heart. Here he is trying to watch something on TV, consistently turning it up in response to the increase of noise in the house. But wait, there’s more! In his hands is a large rubber ball that I bought for Baby J not too long ago that he bounced steadily throughout all of the other commotion going on. So, my night was sounding more like this: “bounce, bounce, raaaaaaah, bounce, bounce, boom bah, boom bah, boom bah, bounce, bounce, raaaaaaaaaah, boom bah, boom bah, bounce, bounce, bounce…”
At this point, I went into the bathroom to collect myself, pulled a dirty sweatshirt from the hamper and a bill from my purse. I left the bathroom with a quick, “I’m going to the store.” and made a fast dash out the door. The market across the street happens to be run by nothing but friends and family so I knew that I would be able to sit down and relax in there for a moment. I’m pretty positive that I spent about an hour over there snacking on rice crispies, drinking cold coffee and talking politics. It was nice.
For a moment I felt guilty about leaving the house in such a rush, leaving my phone behind and staying away for just a little bit. Then I remembered that I’m pregnant and I have given up 100% of the vices that used to help me on a hard day (no more smokes to puff on and no wine at the end of the day). If I feel the need to take a moment to myself and shoot the breeze with some friends, I think that I owe it to myself and my family to blow off some steam in a healthy way. I felt better for realizing that sometimes I deserve to take a moment to myself and after coming home and explaining that to my boyfriend our night went a bit smoother. It was still noisy, still crazy, sports on TV and dinner to make…but it’s the same crazy life that I live for and I’m thankful for all that I have.