Pregzilla

I've calmed down a bit. I don't feel as overwhelmed and I'm not nearly as angry as I was. I'm not sure what was going on, but Brandon has cleverly coined that particular side of me as 'Pregzilla'. It's pretty accurate, too. I felt overly deserving of people's respect because I'm pregnant dammit! I'm huge and uncomfortable and I'm carrying a child! I must say, though, that I think I was pretty good about not getting pissed off at people I know. My anger was pretty much directed towards strangers and gym owners. And the occasional husband. Sorry, honey.

Here's a nice example: the other day at lunch I went to Babies R Us and walked around a bit because that's what you do when you're pregnant. I then went to Costco, which is right next door, to buy fruit because I love fruit and it's so freaking cheap there. When I was loading said fruit into the trunk of my car I noticed that two cars that were parked in the 'Stork Parking' in front of Babies R Us were being driven by people who were definitely not pregnant. Oh, was I livid. I actually drove my car over to where a couple was getting into their car, rolled down the window and said to the lady "Because you parked here, I couldn't." But before I could even get the whole sentence out the woman flicked her wrist at me and said something like "Ayyye". Rude. Then I turned to the very confused looking man getting into the driver's seat and yelled "I'm pregnant!" Then there was nothing left to do but drive away and apologize to my unborn daughter for being so insane.

But, like I said, I'm better. I can't say that I'm completely sane because, let's be honest, I never will be. But I'm better. I think. I don't know, you might still want to be super extra nice to me just in case. Hey, I'm just looking out for you.