Everything grinds my gears...

The past couple of days I've been pretty irritable... Not that I'm a patient person... I'm not... but I've been particularly annoyed lately... It could be my discomfort (ohhhh, my aching back), lack of sleep, etc... But certain situations are "grinding my gears" (as Peter Griffin would say) more than normal.

Like, yesterday... hubby tells me he wants to go to see fireworks...It's the 4th, they're on the Hudson river, a block from where we live and he wants to see them.  Despite that many nights I fall asleep before 9pm, I think, ok no problem... I've been pretty lame overall, not up for doing much... so I figure I can make sure I get to fireworks if that's what hubby wants... I had to make some phone calls so I went into the bedroom so I wouldn't interrupt hubby's tv time with my yabbering and he tells me to be ready at 9pm.  I get ready by 9pm and am just waiting for him to come get me in the bedroom... All of a sudden, I notice  it's 9:10... Where is hubby?  I get off the phone and go into the living room... What is he doing?  Playing video games... He's in the middle of a soccer game... I say, aren't we going to see fireworks?  They start in 10 minutes!  He says, when I'm done with my game... So, I get my tired, pregnant ass up and dressed so he can see fireworks and he tells me to wait for him to finish his game... Normally that would be a mild irritation, but yesterday I wanted to clobber him... How dare he make me wait so he could finish a video game that he could EASILY pause and resume when we got back.  I was sacrificing my precious sleep time to go with him to see the fireworks that HE WANTED TO SEE... I frankly, couldn't have cared less about seeing them...  He could not understand why I was so mad... It was seriously like we were on different planets!  I really don't think that men understand the extreme exhaustion of pregnancy and while maybe it seemed like nothing to him to make me wait... he was wasting my precious relaxation time... and for what??? A VIDEO GAME!!  Yes, I'm married to a 15 year old.

And then today... I did something that I have never done in my entire career.  I responded to an email in all caps to express my severe irritation to a completely unaccommodating vendor and then proceeded to vent on the phone to a colleague that I wanted to "pop a cap in his (the vendor's) ass," for being so difficult.  I don't think I've ever even said these words before... But, my fuse is short... and frankly, I don't give a damn....

Height (almost =) depth

I've been spending alot of time measuring furniture and various things, making renderings and floor plan layouts, etc... in preparation for our move.  Today, I decided to do a little self-charting.

The belly is getting ridiculous... I'm short.... only 5ft and I measured my belly and right now from my back to the tip of my belly is about 1ft.  That's not normal! My depth is 20% of my height.  While pre-pregnancy, I was a very shallow curio (for plates and small knick knacks), I am now a deep bookshelf (and we're not talking soft cover books)!