MelTDoWn!

I think it is safe to say that this weekend I experienced my first pregnancy hormone induced, MELTDOWN!!! So my whole family went to Door County for the weekend to attend my cousin’s wedding. As you probably know, Saturday night was also the night of the Iowa vs. Michigan State game – GO HAWKS!! So the wedding reception was going on at the same time as the Iowa game which was playing on a TV in the pub which happened to be on the other side of the wall from the ball room. As you can imagine, the guys had a hard time focusing on wedding festivities! After dinner, most of the guys, including Dave, my sister’s husband John, and my Dad, headed to the pub to watch the game. Towards the end of the game, my sister and I thought we would head down there to see how things were going. We got to the pub and right when I walked in, I noticed that it smelled kind of smoky in there. I didn’t realize they let people smoke in bars anywhere these days?? I looked around and finally spotted a guy at the bar smoking. I pointed it out to Dave and immediately, he was like, “You need to get out of here. You can’t be in here. Second hand smoke is so bad for you.” Okay, so you’re probably thinking, how sweet of him to be so concerned for me and the baby, right? And I agree, his reaction was totally sweet. But at that moment, I just felt like it was so unfair that I wasn’t allowed to watch the game with everyone else just because of one stupid person smoking. Dave again told me I had to get out of there and offered to come with me but I couldn’t say anything because my eyes just filled with tears and I marched right out of the bar. I assumed my sister would follow me, although after countless margaritas, I should have known she was still mad at me for not agreeing to dance with her earlier in the night. Stubborn as I was, I willed myself not to look behind me to see if anyone was coming after me but, as I saw my reflection in the window, I did not see the reflection of anyone else behind me. I got back to the ballroom and sat down with my mom and my aunt and uncle and the tears started flowing. I know I must have sounded ridiculous when I told my mom, “My psycho husband made me leave the bar because someone was smoking and no one even came after me!” I proceeded to cry and ignore Dave’s texts for the next five to ten minutes, even the one telling me to come back to the bar. Yes, I am stubborn. About 20 minutes later everyone came back to the reception completely ecstatic and totally freaking out because Iowa had pulled off what seemed to be an almost impossible win and of course, I MISSED IT! After pointing out to Dave that he made me cry and then having him all worried that now my mom would think he was a jerk for making me cry, I got over it. And for the record, I’m pretty sure my mom realized that he had my best interest in mind and that I was just over reacting. Most likely this particular meltdown was not an isolated incident and is just another thing Dave has to look forward to for the next seven months!