I know it seems like all I do is bitch lately… wait, isn’t that what I normally do? But seriously, sorry if I get a little scary. I have extreme reactions to everything right now. I know it’s annoying. I’m annoying myself with it. Yes, the joys of being knocked up.
It isn’t all bad, you know. I’m really excited. I see babies now and think about how cute they are instead of how scary and loud they are. So that’s a good thing.
And just for your enjoyment, here’s a statement I made last summer about why I never wanted to have kids. I’m so gonna fry for this.