Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Maybe it's me...
Then I started to think about what's really happening. In all of these circumstances, there's only one common denominator. I am it. They can't all be the problem... so it must be me. I'm a hormonal, out of control mess lately! Especially after working several straight 12 hour night shifts. I can't expect these uterus-less men to possibly comprehend the insane changes that are going on, right? Just because I'm pregnant doesn't give me carte blanche to be a raging witch, so I'm really trying to temper my reactions. It seems to be working so far, because not a single man has told me that I've "hurt his feelings" lately. Which is a good thing, because a 6 foot 6 inch, 320 lb man telling you that he feels wounded makes you want to scream at him to grow up, and that completely defeats the purpose of this self-control exercise.
I'm not promising to be Mrs. Perfectly Pleasant Pregnant Person. However, I have recognized that I've got anger issues related to my constant hormonal state of flux and I'm attempting to remedy the problem. It's a good start.
Posted by MaryMargaret at 3:26 AM