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Don’t Touch My Bacon

by Jessica Amey

As I reach my 32nd week of pregnancy I have really started to notice the difference between how I feel now and how I felt when I was pregnant with Cherry.

There have been small differences all the way through such as my morning sickness being a lot worse. I was never actually sick when I was pregnant with Cherry but I have been sick more times than I can remember in this pregnancy. I have also been a lot more tired, although that could just be worse because I also have a toddler to look after.

My anxiety has definitely been worse, in fact I don’t really remember it being a problem with Cherry. I have had days where I just have an overwhelming negative feeling that won’t go away, it can be so bad that it makes me feel physically ill.

Then there is the one thing that has kicked in over the last week that I don’t remember being an issue at all last time and that is mood swings.

I have been experiencing what I can only describe as pure rage. I get irritable, angry and just want to explode because I feel so mad.

Take yesterday morning. I was doing some tidying in the living room when I heard Mr C taking some foil off something, I knew instantly that it was bacon and I went storming into the kitchen shouting about how he couldn’t cook it. He was pretty shocked and asked me why which is when I started crying because it was the last three pieces and it wouldn’t be fair for him to cook it because there wasn’t enough for everyone to have some. Then I stormed out of the room completely hysterical.

I don’t think he has ever seen me go so mad, in fact it was so out of character that it must have scared him because he actually gave me the bacon sandwich!

I can’t believe I cried over bacon but when I was in the moment it seemed like a really rational thing to do.

Unfortunately it wasn’t a one off either.

There was this morning when I went to make some cakes only to discover that the olive oil was all gone.

And this evening when I couldn’t undo the knot on my pyjama trousers.

I have turned into an unstable hormonal mess. The only thing I can put it down to is the fact I am carrying a boy this time.

I mean only boy hormones could make me cry over bacon.

I don’t even eat the stuff normally!

What about you?

Please tell me I’m not the only one who has cried over something as ridiculous as bacon!

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