I laugh like a trucker

I have been pregnant 5 times and it wasn't until maybe my second pregnancy that Jon gave my laugh a name.  The Trucker Laugh.  He pointed out that every time I am pregnant my laugh changes.  It is not my normal, beautiful, laugh that sounds like wind chimes (my words).  It becomes a "trucker laugh" (his words).  What?  What, does a trucker laugh like?  Well, apparently they laugh a real deep, belly laugh, and possibly sound like they smoke two packs a day...I don't know.  But, either way, that is what he calls it.  It only lasts for my pregnancy and then it goes away.  Jon is usually the one to point it out, "oh, there is your trucker laugh again, it's back!" Me: "What?  Why do I do that?"

One thing I LOVE to do is laugh.  Not only me, but it actually extends to my whole family. And when we laugh, we REALLY laugh. The love of laughing actually goes down a long  line of women laughers.  My sister is a laugher, my mom, my grandmom, her mom, and her mom before her.  I remember hearing funny stories about how my great grandmother, told a funny story to her family members (all women) and the laughing went on and on amongst them.  I can totally picture it, because I have lived it. Not just in my adult life, but in my childhood.  I remember playing at my mom-mom's house and hearing the laughter from my mother, aunts, sister, cousins-all women, all older than me.  It wasn't abnormal to me, it wasn't even really fascinating...it didn't become fascinating until I got older and realized that not EVERYONE laughs.  I don't mean just a little chuckle, but truly laughs.  Like the kind of laughter that goes on and on and there are tears pouring down your  face and you probably have peed yourself a little.  This is the kind of laughter I heard often and hear quite often today.  SO, I like to laugh, but I really didn't want the sound of my laughter to turn into a trucker laugh in the glory of my pregnancy, but it does and there is nothing I can do about it.

It was about a month ago at the Halloween parade.  My husband told me I had my trucker laugh back.  Of course I was pregnant then, so it all made sense. I laughed when he told me that, of course it sounded truckerish.  And then I laughed again, trying not to sound  like a trucker-it didn't work.  Today I laughed in the car.  It wasn't trucker-like, which makes sense since I lost the baby.  It made me sad to realize that, but during my thought, and in the midst of almost getting sad, Jon said to me, "NOW you just sound like your MOM, I can't believe you JUST cackled like you mom!"  Ah, sadness gone, happiness and a big smile (and a laugh of course).