Monday, July 26, 2010

Woe is me

Current pregnancy woes. I swear, what used to be a perfectly comfy office chair suddenly feels like my tailbone is sitting on a plank of wood with no cushioning whatsoever. Despite the fact that Joel likes that I 'actually look like I have a butt now'. Go figure.

Yesterday, while feeling totally cool, calm.......and also collected........while sitting in church, we started singing the closing song 'Come Come Ye Saints' (a hymn about Mormon pioneers and surviving the persecution they received at the time, like angry mobs, legalized killing of Mormons, losing children and loved ones in their trek westward to escape these things) and my throat closed up immediately and I started bawling. Waterfalls coming from my eyes. And I couldn't control it. A little bit embarrassing. But the worst part was that I wasn't thinking about the struggle of the pioneers but about that one time when I was 17 and went repelling with a church group and was terrified so I started singing the first hymn I could think of in my head to comfort myself and made my way down the mountain (more like a really big rock, but still). And this song popped in my head, the one with lyrics like and should we die before our journey's through, happy day, all is well. Not so much helpful. THATS what I was thinking about.

Weirdo.

5 comments:

Sara said...

Hahaha.

Guess it was a good thing you were sitting in the very back row. Besides, you can be thankful for the waterfalls with the sound turned off. If you had been crying loudly, I would have heard you.

plantmyappletree said...

Aren't hormones of all sorts a nice treat ;-) ...

Music - especially hymns can carry so strong memories. I recovered an old Amy Grant CD from the basement lately and it worked like a magical time machine for me.

Charlotte said...

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The Wi Family said...

There is a light at the end of this pregnancy tunnel! :) Love the story of the song---not that it made you bawl but about what you were thinking about...

Chicago Mom (Heather) said...

That's not weird at all!! When you're pregnant you have every excuse to cry at a moment's notice and blame it on hormones. :-)