When you are pregnant and tired and nauseated, patience can run short. I'm not always the most patient, tolerant person anyway, but this new "condition" I find myself in makes things even worse. I'm have a harder time tolerating whining or people being slow and dragging their feet. It grates me even more when someone talks on and on and on about not a whole lot and I have to sit there taking it. I hate it when people make snarky, sarcastic comments that I know are kind of supposed to be funny but have a grain of truth within them. UUHHH! It drives me crazy. I don't like that my patience is so thin, and I don't like that its hard to be pleasant sometimes.
But I've found some brightness is my sea of impatience--a remedy to a shorter fuse.
Nice people.
Its amazing how freaking nice some people are. They are WAY nicer than me. Running into other people's niceness definitely makes me want to do better, be sweeter, and give more. It picks me up when I'm feeling grouchy. It makes me want to hug someone.
Let me recount some of the especially nice experiences that have happened recently.
1. Candace, my nurse friend at work, stood in for me during an epidural one morning at 5am after a long night shift, which means she did all the hard work while I just sat down. Thank you Candace!
2. My old friend Megan saw me in Target and immediately said congratulations on the baby and "I hope you feel better soon". She knew I was pregnant and sick b/c she saw it on facebook and remembered. So thoughtful!
3. While I was sick the last few weeks, scores of people texted me or facebooked me or messaged me with get well wishes. When you've laid in the same spot all day for 5 days, unable to breath out of both nostrils simultaneously and totally depressed after watching 2 seasons of Law and Order: Criminal Intent, those notes mean a lot.
4. My husband told me to get a massage. That's awesome. I'm going tomorrow morning. The anticipation alone relaxes me.
5. Sweet Lisa called me tonight, just to talk, on our way home from work. I love that.
6. My mom is giving me her rocking chair when the baby comes. It was the same one she used when I was born.
7. My former maternity clinical instructor hugged me today with such excitement when she saw my burgeoning belly. She's a midwife. She likes bellies.
8. A friend, who tends to be fairly private and guarded, opened up to me about some hard stuff she's going through. That's the kind of talking I like to listen to.
9. A coworker is bringing me prenatal yoga DVDs.
10. A friend from church gave me a huge bag full of maternity clothes. Yeah!!! Now I just have to grow into them.
11. My patient last week loved my haircut. Sometimes that's what a girl needs to hear.
12. Even though I'm getting bigger (and badder), Chris still thinks I'm pretty and tells me so very often.
13. My dad told me he's proud of me. It about made me cry.
Those are just the cake toppers to a laundry list of niceness oozing around me, and hopefully rubbing off. I need help, and I'm so thankful for friends who are more sweet and more patient than I am. Hopefully, one day, when I'm less hormonal and less exhausted, I'll be able to get back to my old self. Maybe it'll be second trimester? I sure hope so, as does everyone else around me too! I'll keep ya'll posted :)
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