I'm surprised marriages survive pregnancy. Mine in particular. Luckily my husband has the patience of a saint and enough willpower to not say all the stuff I'm sure he's thinking. I hate feeling out of control of what I say and do, but somehow the hormones just take over. It's how I knew I was pregnant the previous two times--we had huge blowup fights and I knew I was acting insane. It's waited a couple more weeks to show up this time around but it's here with a vengeance now. Please go away crazy person and let me resume my normal life.
On the good side, we're down to 10 days until the ultrasound. Tomorrow it'll be single digits!
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