For anyone reading this who does not know my wife, she is one of the sweetest, most even-tempered human beings on the planet. I think probably the main reason we tend to never argue is that she’s just great at putting up with me, and BS in general.
It is for this reason that the havoc being wreaked on her emotional stability by these hormones has been so noticeable. I mean, she’s got moods all of a sudden. She’ll be cranky for no good reason, laugh hysterically, cry at the drop of a hat.
The other night, we were looking at houses online, and she was suspicious of the prices. “What kind of place can these houses be in?” she hollered.
“Hey,” I said, “don’t yell in my ear.”
Her eyes filled up. “Why are you getting so upset?”
So on and so forth. The best yet was yesterday morning, when she cried about feeling bloated, then laughed at herself for crying. I’m so glad I’m a guy.
Fellas, if you get your woman pregnant, be careful of those hormones. It’s a whole new world out there.