So I will admit today I have been in a very bad mood. It could be because I’m 7 months pregnant and it feels like it’s 200 degrees outside (even though it is a tad cooler than last week). It could be because my kids have seemed to have lost their minds today and forgotten every single rule that has ever been established. Or, maybe it is because I am just a little tired of people CONSTANTLY making comments about how “huge” I am. “You weren’t this big with the others?”, “How many are in there?”, “This one will probably be bigger than your others, huh?” Why is it that people (women especially) think they have the right to make comments about your size? They wouldn’t go up to a regular woman and say, “Geee, you weren’t this big 3 months ago…” or “Wow, how much weight have you gained since I saw you last?” So, why is it that a woman’s weight can be discussed when she’s pregnant. Just a few days ago a lady asked me “how many” I had inside me?! REALLY????? Let us clarify this, I was 109 before I got pregnant. I am now 30 weeks and weigh 128. I have gone up approximately 1 pant size since I got pregnant. So, if you think about it I have gained around 15 pounds in my STOMACH! Do you think that maybe I am going to look like there’s a growth in my stomach??? Ok, enough about people thinking I am fat.
Why is it that when you’re a little (ok, maybe a lot) testy, every single thing gets on your nerves? Every single moron out there comes into contact with you that day. They all seem to just come your way. While grocery shopping today I had to wait to get the kids a cookie, then I had to wait to get through the line (a good 15 minutes!), then again to get rain checks. I had to nicely inform the bag boy that YES indeed I was going to need “help” getting to the car since he placed ALL my groceries in the buggy without the children. I wanted to say, “No, dear, I have extra hands in my purse that will push this additional cart for me.” Poor guy….I got stuck going 40 mph on a road that was 55 mph all the way to my house. By the time I got home I was SICK of waiting on everything! I’m sure this just adds to my grouchy mood already lingering. It didn’t help that almost 5 minutes after I got my “humongous” pregnant self under Berkeley’s bottom bunk to put newly washed sheets on her bed she informed me that she peed 0n them. It didn’t help that Noah pulled every single book and dvd off the bookshelf, removed every piece of train track from the train table, or turned over the whole bucket of play kitchen food 10 minutes before guests were to arrive for dinner and I had a million things to finish. I will tell you what did help this terrible mood of mine though, my dear husband walking through the front door with a dozen roses in his hand. Thank you! This was the very best moment of the day!!!!
And tomorrow should be a little better because there’s a lovely event taking place called preschool. 🙂
