I have read about it, heard friend’s stories about it, I’ve seen the funny sitcom skits about it…but I have to say it ain’t that funny when it was actually happening to me. Crazy pregnancy hormones kicking in is unsettling and quite embarrassing. And sadly, mine kicked in over a plate of fajitas.
My husband and I went to dinner with our friends this weekend. It was a great last second plan. My husband worked Saturday and was not supposed to be home until midnight, but he luckily returned home at 5pm. So I called my girlfriend to see if she and her family were free for an impromptu dinner at our favorite Mexican place. They were up for it, so we headed out.
My husband loves fajitas, but I have this silly request when he orders them that he ask the server to bring the food on a regular plate instead of a sizzling plate. I know, sounds high maintenance… but here’s the deal – When I was working, my co-workers and I would frequent the local Mexican joint. If someone ordered fajitas, we would all return to work smelling like the fajitas. People in meetings would comment, “Who had Mexican for lunch? Now I’m hungry for a burrito.” Yeah, no one wants to smell like fajitas while sitting in a meeting with a group of folks! So we all agreed to ask for the fajitas to be delivered on a plate so the smoke wouldn’t impose itself all over our clothes.
This little habit carried over in my relationship with my husband. I just don’t like that smell, even when I’m not pregnant.
Back to dinner this past weekend. My husband orders fajitas, forgets about my weirdness over the sizzling plates, next thing I know this cloud of smoke like I have never seen is headed towards our table. When I say smokey I really mean it, people at other tables were fanning their napkins to clear the air around them. I was stuck in a corner with a brick wall behind me, so the smoke was billowing into my face. I started to feel sick so I ran off to he bathroom. Then, just to add to the drama, I wanted my dinner to go away. I flagged down the waitress:
Me: “Please, will you just take this away?”
Waitress: “Do you want us to make another one? Is something wrong with it?”
Me: “No, I just want it to go away.” At this point, my eyes are filled with tears, my hands were trembling, I just wanted to run away and hide
Waitress: “Ok? Are you sure you don’t want something else?”
Me: I finally realize what I freak I sound like, “I’m sorry. I’m pregnant, and the smoke from his fajitas made me really nauseated, and I just can’t look at or smell that food.”
Then I decided that it was all my husband’s fault because he forgot that I hate those sizzling plates. And the fact that it was an especially smokey sizzling plate surely had to be all his fault. He was worried about me and kept poking me to see if I was okay, which only made me even more upset. I didn’t want to see his food, what I really wanted was to LEAVE, but I was embarrassed to have this break down in front of my friends.
Basically, I had a pregnancy induced crazy moment and my poor husband was going to be the scapegoat no matter what!
Finally, my friend’s husband looks at him and says, “Damn man, how dare you order those delicious fajitas?”
I couldn’t help but giggle at that point. So he goes on, “I mean, it’s our favorite Mexican restaurant, how could you order the most delicious fajitas in the world?”
At this point the whole table is laughing. He has three kids, he recognized an insane moment when he saw one and knew exactly how to defuse the moment. My husband ordered another beer, enjoyed his fajitas and I got over myself to enjoy the remainder of our evening. And now Susan and Thomas have a story to tease me about for the rest of my life.
And my husband now knows that he better never order delicious fajitas on a sizzling plate again! All is right with the world.
Your turn… What are your pregnancy induced crazy moments???