Knock Knock. Who's There?

I remember my first pregnancy as being all magical with sparkles and rainbows and stuff.  It was 7 god damn years ago, so maybe I have just blocked out the bad and only remembered the unicorns and glitter parts.  Or maybe I was only 25 and all in love and wondrous and shit so I just had a great time.

I dunno.

But this time I am a raving lunatic slash bitch from hell slash nightmare.

I called at least 4 drivers assholes on the way to work this morning.  I flipped someone off.  I called my husband a fucking idiot a half dozen times (not to his face obviously.)  I've gained 2 pounds in a week because all I want is pizza and Chick Fil A.  And I nap on the couch 2-3 times a day. 

It's just shocking how I feel hungover and crazy every day.  I'm really not complaining, honest.  Although other people are starting to....

Fucking morons.