Ah, Hormones.

I love Colton with all my heart, but as this pregnancy progresses I find myself wanting to strangle him for everything he does.

I can't handle the way he cooks pizza, or the way he loads the dishwasher, or the way he wipes the counters.

The way he cuts an orange drives me nuts, and let's not even start on apples. Even the cute way he puts his hands on his cheeks when he watches tv is completely horrid.

At this point, when he reaches over to rub my belly, (which is tight and packed and sore) I growl at him "leave me alone, don't touch me" (to which he replies, I'm not touching you sweetie I'm touching our little boy.)

I lost it yesterday over a lady gaga t shirt he was wearing. I did NOT want him to wear that and it was a full blown tear fest for me. Seriously, I am a freak.

This poor boy. I am sure he is convinced he is going to marry a psycho. He chalks it up to pregnancy hormones, and says only a few more weeks left till he gets his sweetie back. I hope that's the case and I REALLY hope he makes it out alive. I couldn't handle me at this point, so I'm lucky he smiles through it all.

Please tell me I'm not the only one who went anti man/complete lunatic the last month of pregnancy.

:) I love him, I promise I do. (sheepish grin)

In fact, the sweetie just leaned over in his sleep and kissed me.

Man he needs to shave.