Soft and Mushy

I think I've gone soft. You may or may not remember my experience with 'Stork Parking' at Babies R Us while I was pregnant last year. If not, here's a refresher: while leaving Babies R Us one day I noticed that a woman who had parked in one of the the exclusive Stork Parking spots was clearly not pregnant. I was so livid that I went out of my way to drive over and yell at her and her husband. Fast forward about fifteen months: I stumble upon 'Family Parking' near the Burbank Ikea. I am excited and grateful to be able to park in one of the spots, but my elation soon ends when I see three dudes get in the car next to me. No kids, no babies, no fetuses. About a minute later a woman pulls up on the other side of me, alone and too along in her years to be pregnant. I am angry and annoyed so you know what I do? Nothing. Well, that's kind of a lie - I look into their eyes in silent anger. I'm such a bad ass. Seriously, when did I go soft? Have I gotten nicer or am I just not a hotheaded pregnant woman anymore? Maybe it's both. It's kind of hard to be volatile and edgy when I'm around my baby all the time. Oh, Scarlett, why do you have to be so darned sweet?