I don't like stress. Who does, right? Kind of a no brainer. All of this having a baby, buying a house, packing, moving stuff is just kind of freaking me right the hell out. Today, I found my sweet husband asking me if it was ok to do something. It suddenly hit me. When did I become that chick? I've been a cranky bitch lately. I keep whining and snapping at the poor guy. It just makes me feel awful. The guys hasn't done anything wrong. In fact, he's been working his butt off to buy us a house. Honey, if you read this, I'm sorry.

The man is at a bbq competition this weekend. I should be there, but all things considered, I'm not much help right now. I just wish I hadn't of been such an ass to him before he left. Hopefully, he might miss me just a little, and hopefully, he won't just think of the bitchy, pregnant me. Maybe he'll miss the sweet woman that he married. You know, the one with a waist? She's still here somewhere, inside this hormonal, bloated, pregnant chick.