Paging Princess Pissypants

I hope for my sake, and the sake of all those around me, that this horribly pissed off phase passes soon. It seems like the stupidest little thing pushes me to the verge of felonious assault anymore. People who normally don't piss me off are making me extremely angry, and those who usually piss me off need to watch their step. Tonight, for example, I came home from work only to realize that the dishes weren't done, nor was the laundry folded. I asked B to accomplish these two simple tasks today while he was home and I was slowly dying inside at work. Luckily for him, he wasn't home when I got here, and he won't be home for a couple hours yet, so I will probably calm down by the time he gets home. However, if he could have heard the things I was calling him in my head, he would probably never want to come home. And I wouldn't blame him at all.

Stuff like this happens constantly any more. In the past week, I've come thisclose to snapping at my boss, yelled at every driver on the road during my commute, and cursed the day my cat (my cat! My beloved cat!) was born. It's a good day if I can go more than 2 hours without calling someone a fuckhead behind their back. I guess I can officially add raging hormones to my growing list of pregnancy symptoms.

On a happier note, only 7.5 more days until our first appointment! I'm so excited!