27 weeks and 6 days pregnant...and I am mad as hell

Let me start by stating that no matter what I do from here on out is due to pregnancy hormones and having to deal with the invasion of the 2 pound body snatcher! I am no longer responsible for my actions.

Let me start by saying that I am mad as hell at my husband. He was in the WORSE mood last night. And for starters, what does he have to be grumpy about? He's not the one with leg cramps and crotch kicks at all hours of the day. And he had a very careless attitude over a very serious issue. We have to pay a toll when we go home. Its 0.85 because we have a toll box. Well, his doesnt come directly out of our checking account, so when the money gets low he has to go there and replenish it. Sometimes we cant get there and he runs through it and goes and pays it. He was never told there is a separate form you are supposed to fill out. So, my father gets this letter saying there are 7 violations on this license plate from August 31,2003 to February 10, 2006. We owe $14.00. I guess that made Jeremy mad and he had a bad attitude about it last night that made everyone mad. So, I mailed them a check today, but I called first to make sure that is all he owed. It was and the lady informed me that if he runs it again, they will be sending Dad a court summons. We cant let that happen. I call and tell Jeremy this and he wants to argue with me. I have nothing to do with the freaking laws. He wants to rebel, but his rebellious ways are costing me money.

Then, last night, he lays down in bed and gets comfortable because he can, and I am laying there with a pain in my calf so bad that I feel like I have a ton of little lepracahns beating my muscles with their shelaly sticks. And it made me angry. So, I kicked him...and shouted that I didnt care if he rubbed my legs or not. He makes me so livid. He starts rubbing my leg for me, but I am still not ready to remove the lighted match from my nursing bra where I am swearing I wont breastfeed. I will make this child have formula so everyone has to help me feed him! I guess its hormones, but I am so angry about it. Why can't I get any help???

And its so hard to get past the "No, I will do it." So, when I am shopping and I have this huge pain in my side, why is so hard for me to let Dad help. "What cat litter do you need? This one? Okay, watch out and let me lift it." So, I have to swallow my "No, Daddy, I will do it myself, thank you for offering." and just say a resigned "yes." Its just so hard to do this and I am so tired.

I guess this is just one of those pregnancy melt down type things...hopefully, I will be over it, and soon...