Dealing with sensitivity

Lost: One functioning brain that could judge situations and respond accordingly. If found, look for the pregnant woman, with the stunned look on her face, who is more than likely telling someone how it is (or is crying from just having told someone how it is) and is extremely sensitive.

The above is an ad that I would like to post in a national news paper to see if I can find myself. While I am not completely gone (I've always been a little rough around the edges), I am slightly lost. I have lost my ability to tactically deal with people and find myself mouthing off when I should be shutting up. My husband tells me that I just like hearing the sound of my own voice, but I really think that my constant rambling is an attempt to make sense of even the most simplest of situations.

My "sarcasm radar" is also at an all-time low. It seems that if someone doesn't follow a sarcastic point with the exact words "I was being sarcastic, or that was just a joke," I can be sent into an immediate furry of anger, or tears - either is a horrendous extreme. I just wish I wasn't so sensitive.

This inability to judge or properly deal with the simplest situations is causing me great stress, and by great stress, I mean the kind that results in the consumptions of large amounts of cupcakes. It also goes hand-in-hand with my inability to deal with BS.

While I am a people person (I really do enjoy them for the most part) I have lost my luster for some, particularly everyone. No, not everyone, but I guess this week it is those that think that just because I am pregnant they can comment and pass judgment on everything that I do. Advice is like assholes, everyone has one.

I really don't care if you think that eating three cupcakes in one sitting isn't healthy and isn't good for the baby. They taste good and I like them. I spent four weeks in the fetal position where everything smelt like ass and nothing seemed appetizing. I also don't care if my complaining afterward about the heartburn that the cupcakes gave me annoys you... and I really don't care if I cry because you upset me because I construed "do you really need to have another," into "you are getting fat." I'm pregnant, your not. Deal with it. And yes, I know it was essentially my decision to become pregnant, but I don't care. If you don't want to hear me complain, I hear that the dollar store sells earplugs...and yes I can use the pregnancy as an excuse for the whole time I am growing this human being, for anything that I choose because I do blame the baby for the mood swings, swollen feet, sore back, insomnia, laziness, etc. After the baby arrives I can continue to use the "I grew a child, pushed it through my 'mustin't touch', and am now providing it sustenance from my bodily fluids excuse," for as long as I see fit. Deal with it. I'm hormonal. I'm sensitive and no I don't care who you are, how many kids you have had, or haven't had or what you would do. I am not you and I am damn well going to eat my cupcakes.

I'm allowed to be sensitive. I am pregnant. You may be pregnant to, so in that case we can cry together or complain about all the things we hate about being pregnant (if you are a happy prego person then you probably won't like me very much). If you aren't pregnant, have never been pregnant, are planning to be pregnant, know someone who is pregnant, was pregnant anytime is the near or distant past, then deal with the fact that I am eating cupcakes (or insert any other thing you think that I, as a pregnant should or shouldn't be doing), and keep it to yourself. I have enough on my mind (like trying to accept the fact that there is a person moving around inside of my body).... However, on that note, please understand that I am pregnant, probably love you (or at the very least like you very much) and I am not trying to be mean, but please do not remind me that I didn't want your advice, stories or judgments the day before and am now craving for them today. I am hormonal. It is a good excuse, so please don't be so sensitive.