At 31 weeks, I am starting to have homicidal rages.
Mostly, my victim is my DH who cannot seem to do anything right.
I am evil.
But I recognize that I'm raging against him, and I apologize and try to explain away my psychosis.
I have friends who are pregnant who have been like this for months, perhaps he should be grateful it didn't start sooner.
But I don't like feeling this way, or being this person, and I'm sure he would like the old me to return.
I remember my brother saying this about his wife "Can I have my wife back, now?" when she was in her FIRST trimester last fall.
I also slightly screamed at a girl in the McDonald's drive thru at lunch.
Well, it seems silly now.
Which is why I'm blaming the hormones.
Let's just hope we don't have 7 more weeks of this particular pregnancy symptom!
So, to focus on something positive instead of all this negativity, I'm going to go ahead and post pics of the nursery. It's so close to being done, and you'll never know the difference between this bright white lampshade and the ecru one in my dreams. Heck, if I didn't point it out, you might not even notice the lamp. We kept it very simple, because that's our style. I need a few more things for the walls, but imagine I will find them before the boys notice their walls are bare!
Facing the North (boring, I know, but its part of the room):
Facing Southeast (need something for this wall) :