So these hormones? They’re having way more influence on me than I’d like. Way more, to the point of scaring me. Yesterday I was in a BAD mood most of the day. Little things set me off, but they have for months now, so nothing really new. Today I woke up in a weird fog of anger and frustration. Luci and I cuddled in bed after T got up to check the weather. Her constant gas annoyed me because all I wanted to do was pet her and enjoy our mutual pregnancy for a while, and she was making the room unbearable. Which is a good sign she is indeed knocked up. But it doesn’t make for a pleasant bed mate. Neither do I. Gross. So this was annoying. I got up, and the first thing that greeted me in my email inbox was a note saying that the only decision I made yesterday, and to be honest it was the first independent decision I’ve made in a while, was “wrong” and needed to be changed. The food I’d chosen for MY shower wasn’t what everyone else wanted to order from my favorite Italian food source. I had to call the owner and ask for a last minute change, something I HATE doing because it seems confrontational to change things last minute on someone, and besides, it’s what I wanted. Sigh. Next, I went to the kitchen to make a toaster waffle or two. Turns out we only had one left in the kitchen, so one it was. I don’t generally eat things like this, but the past 2 weeks, I’ve lived on toaster waffles and C.arnation Instant B.reakfast. It makes my tummy happy and seems to keep me at a constant weight instead of the constant losing I was having, making the doctors and T nervous. Why? I’m FAT. It’s OK for me to lose weight. Great in fact. Back off. See? Super Grumpy.