Raging Hormones

My husband insists that my body is more vulnerable to it's own hormones than other people are to theirs. For example, when breastfeeding your body produces a small shot of oxytocin (the love and cuddle chemical...it's the same one produced during an orgasm but in a much smaller dose.) Anyways, every time I'm breastfeeding, if my husband is sitting next to me, I look at him all doe-eyed and tell him how much I love him. At first he thought it was sweet, but then he realized that it was happening every single time and realized it was the hormones talking.

The week after my baby was born, while attending church with the in-laws, the ward choir was singing. Maybe no one else has had the same experience with ward choirs but there have been very few times that we have encountered a good one. Usually there's the old woman singing way too loud in what sounds like an opera voice, only like 4 men (who usually sound better than the women) and the choir director always seems to pick a really hard song that goes way higher than anyone can sing, and even though there are only 12 people, the song has 6 different singing parts, meaning 1 high soprano (the old opera singer) 2 sopranos, a bunch of altos, one old lady and one man singing the tenor part and then the rest of the men singing base.

OK, well my husband and I, being the mature individuals that we are, usually giggle and poke fun when the choir is particularly awful. Well it was this week that we heard maybe one of the worst choirs ever. So they start screeching, my husband starts poking me cause he's giggling but when he looks over I'm bawling my eyes out. He asks the obvious question and through my tears I blubber "It's just so beautiful!...I mean they have to know how badly they sound, but they love the Lord so much that they don't care, they just want to sing!"

If you've never had a baby or a wife or close friend that has just had a baby, let me sum up the first few weeks after as raging hormone central. Luckily, I don't think I really experienced any postpartum depression...but I was still a mess. If I was happy, man was I happy. If I was sad, oh goodness I was sad...and don't ask about when I was mad. Usually no matter what mood I was in I still ended up in tears...happy tears, tired tears, laugh so hard you cry tears...I think you understand.

I could give some other examples but those ones are a little more negative (think PMS for example) and would not cast a pretty light on me...so we'll just end it there. I'm terrified to think about what I'll be like when I go through menopause someday. Poor poor husband.