Via Wikipedia:
"Menstrual synchrony is a phenomenon wherein the menstrual cycles of women who lived together reportedly became synchronized over time."
Obviously, neither myself nor Eric are currently menstruating, but I feel another phenomenon is taking place within our household.
I was explaining to Eric the other day that being pregnant makes you feel like you have 1,000 times the hormones and emotions of a normal woman. It's like you're a type of "Super Woman," but instead of powers you get teary eyed while watching the news, want deep, emotional conversations, and get the chills when talking about how Harry Potter survived Voldemort's curse b/c Harry's mom died to protect him (oops, spoiler alert ;) ).
Anyway, in the past 24 hours it has become abundantly clear that some of these pregnancy pheromones I've been shooting out are starting to work their magic on Eric.
A few examples:
1. The last few nights, Eric has insisted on sleeping with the Diva Dozer (see earlier post). I have tried to point out to him that between BOTH our pillow needs at this time, DD hardly leaves enough space for me on the mattress.
He told me: "Well, I need her. At least one side... so I can put my leg up on her. It's good for my posture and alignment... see!?" Then, he just looked up at me all sweet and innocent.
Oh... right... your posture and alignment... because obviously your body has been undergoing serious stress lately while mine has nothing new to point out (although, I should mention that Eric did again crash his bike. He said the construction people were back and a road-sign blew into him during a huge gust of wind.... hahahaha) (see this post).
2. He calls himself "Cinderella."
Every time I ask him to do some household chore he saterically replies,
"And then what? Do the dishes and the mopping. She always keeps me hopping..."
in a lyrical, poetic fashion that I'm sure is supposed to resemble the Disney song.
(Although I should point out that I overheard Eric say to himself on Wedesday that if he just leaves the dishes until Friday... "Michelle will be off bed rest and she will have to do them...")
3. This morning I wake up to the sound of Eric giggling at whatever is happening on the TV. When I make my way out of bed I find he is watching
Ellen DeGeneres
alone... meaning... this is what HE chose to watch... by himself! Obviously, I find the event shocking and intriguing. I instantly point out to him that he is, indeed, watching Ellen, alone, out of his own free will, and laughing audibly. I assume he will logically explain that it just "came on" after he got done watching "The Hulk," "Rambo," or some equally masculine show.
He doesn't even blink away from the screen but instead says to me,
"Yeah, you should have seen a segment earlier this week..."
and he begins pulling up YouTube clips from her show so I can see how funny it was.
I'm wondering if we should retain a lawyer to determine whether our Utah marriage is in fact legal, because I'm pretty sure we're both girls.
