Freaking Freak!

It has just been one of those days weeks! It all started Monday. And you know what, while I am ahead let me just state that I'm not complaining nor saying 'whoa is me'. I'm whining. I know there are much much bigger things in this world than how my week is going. I'm just freaking crabby!!! Like really really crabby. No real reason. Nothing 'terrible' has happened to me with this week. Just pure crabbiness. And frankly, I don't know what to do about it nor do I really care at this point. My poor husband has stayed away from me the past couple nights. He acts like I have the Swine Flu and if he gets to close, he might get it too. I chewed his butt for opening a package of wipes from the bottom (ya know, where there is no zipper) AND for not getting me saltines with cheese RIGHT when I told him too. I didn't care if it was 11:00 at night & he had to be up in a couple hours for work. Ya, being a pure bia. And honestly, I don't realize I am being that way until the words are already out of my mouth. I can't help it. Well, I probably could but I haven't had the paitents to think about my actions beforehand.

I faaareaked on my brother yesterday. It took everything in me to NOT freak on a couple of my classmates today. Like seriously, grow up!  Today I got pissed off at my own hair. Yes, my hair. I just threw my hair up in a ponytail on top of my head. I usually only sport this look when I'm going to bed or cleaning the house. My father-in-law came over one day and saw it and actually said I resembled a rooster? Anywho, I got in the car and the ponytail must of been so high that it was hitting the roof of the car. Freaking serious?! So my 5'2 midgetness was riding like a thug just so my hair would stop hitting the roof! Know what else pissed me off? My freaking underwear. Well, apparently the 5lbs I have lost this pregnancy have squat to do with how big my butt is getting. My underwear kept giving me wedgies all.day.long! Do you know how annoying that is when your NOT crabby? I don't know how in the heck you girls wear thongs. I don't get it. A permanent wedgie, no thanks.

I've been doing a lot of eating out. I'm freaking tired. I don't feel like cooking. I don't feel like cleaning up. I don't like my house smelling like food. Well, you heard about my Saturday episode with Southside being out of potato salad. Last night I wanted Mary's. I was going to die if I didn't get it. All I wanted was those gosh darn chicken strips. They are like the ones we got in grade school? So plain, so yummy. Ya, well they were gross. I ate half a chicken strip and cottage cheese. Oh yum! It was bad. So very bad. My date didn't even want anything to do with me....

Went to The Office today for lunch, OUT of the two things I ordered. I think there is a conspiracy going on!

I need to stop. I'm going to stop. Being pregnant is NOT an excuse to be a flat out bitch! I'll just pout to myself and cry when no one is looking. I'm sorry to all of my family and friends who have had to deal with me that past couple of days. Even you little baby.

PS My lovely dad took me to DQ for yet another craving a little while ago. I got exactly what I wanted. A hot fudge sundae with carmel and peanuts. OMGosh was it amazing!!! And as we speak he is making me dinner. So yes, no more crabby Sarah. I'm so over it. I'm ready for the old me back!