My first pregnancy related meltdown

I've always heard how pregnancy can wreak havoc on your hormones.  I believe I may have experienced my first pregnancy related meltdown.  I've had some moments of being in a sour mood or felt rather short.  But nothing like what I experienced last Thursday evening.

It was rainy when I left work at 4:30pm.  I know exactly where the slowed traffic hits during my commute.  But today it hit early, much earlier that normal which means one thing: it will range from stopped traffic to 5 miles an hour for a long... long.... long period of time.  

Oh boy.. here we go.  I've sat in this before.  I can do it again.  

My stomach began to growl.  Oh no... so far in this pregnancy, when my stomach begins growling, hunger pangs hit hard, they hit fast and they are usually for something very specific.   If I don't eat soon, food is all. i. think. about.

After an hour of stop and go traffic on 294, I got onto 64.  Still a decent amount of traffic but at least it was moving.  Drat... I had to stop and get gas.  It was cold.  It was rainy.  It was windy.  And I was still hungry.  But the only thing I wanted was ...*sigh*... Taco Bell.  

I haven't had Taco Bell in years.  Leave it to being pregnant to crave fast food.  I pumped the gas, hopped in the car and continued the drive to the Taco Bell.  However, traffic stopped.  Again.  Dead stopped.  I was probably 5 miles from my house.  And I knew there was a Taco Bell coming up.  Life would be just that much better if I could just pull in the drive-thru and get my beloved steak quesadilla.

By that point, my emotions began to surface.  I was almost home.  WHY wasn't this traffic moving.  The light is GREEN!  GOOOOO!!!!!!  (It was construction.  Stupid construction).

I lost it.  At that point, my commute was coming up on 2.5 hours.

I had kept my cool for the entire trip.  I couldn't take it anymore.  My steering wheel took a beating.  The cars in front of me were screamed at.  I just wanted to be home in my sweats eating my steak quesadilla.  Was that too much to ask?

Traffic finally moved.  At last... Taco Bell.  But wait.... where's the Taco Bell?  It's supposed to be here?  Why isn't it here?  I'm so hungry!  And yes, I whined and cried those exact words.  I'm sure if someone was there with me they would either be scared for their life because of the crazy lady or trying to hold in laughter because I sounded absolutely ridiculous crying about the Taco Bell not being there.

At that point, I was so angry I gunned it home.  I dragged myself inside.  Sat on our steps and called my mama.  And I cried.  I'm laughing now as I write this.  I sure did feel better after crying and complaining to her.  I guess that's all I needed.  Thanks mama.

My wonderful husband brought me home the best gift: a steak quesadilla from Taco Bell.  It was delicious.  Thanks love.

2.5 hour commute + famished pregnant lady + no Taco Bell where I thought there was a Taco Bell = one meltdown of a crazy pregnant woman.

Although, I'm willing to bet you'd be unhappy too ;-)