I've been feeling like a caged animal the past week.
It's obvious; I'm pregnant.
I knew it before I tested. I just looked at Justin and wanted to rip his face off. Poor guy never knew what hit him.
I've been catching up on the 3rd season of Dexter (relax! I've been busy!) and the girlfriend is pregnant and rants at Dex for, well, nothing really. Justin looks at me and murmurs a, "Huh..." I could have thrown a chair at him, BECAUSE IT MAKES ME CRAZY he could even relate that scene to his beautiful, loving wife, awesome mother of his child.
So tonight, when Justin got home, I admitted it. "Honey, I think my hormones may be getting the better of me."
"What would make you say that?" asked a very sarcastic husband.
The reply was less than P.G... because that sarcasm kind of made me crazy...
Work this week may prove to be difficult.
I am prepared to make a sign for my cubicle.