I am so sick and tired of pregnancy hormones. I feel like psycho woman. I hate it. I hate being irrational all the time, and the fact that I know I'm being irrational just makes it worse. I start crying over something stupid, and then I start crying because I was dumb enough to start crying in the first place! Yesterday, I ended up sitting in the Frandor parking lot for about an hour and a half, crying and sick. I'd been hungry, and decided to take the kids into Panera for bread and cheese for a snack. I happen to like plain bread and cheese, and I've ordered it a hundred times at a hundred different places, included other Panera bread stores. Well, for some reason, this store wouldn't sell it to me. Now, I'm nine months pregnant, already not thinking clearly, hungry with low blood sugar now, trying to hold up a three-year-old who won't walk and keep three six-year-olds from touching everything, and at the same time convince these idiots that they really can sell me their food. Obviously it didn't work, and I couldn't think clearly enough to just order something else, and I was too sick at that point to walk to the other side of the shopping center and get something (nasty and cheap) from Kroger. So we go sit in the car while psycho-mommy blubbers. Ugh.

I was smiling yesterday morning, though, and I'm looking forward to this morning, too. I went in the bathroom to take my shower, and I just grinned. My bathroom looks so pretty, nice and normal and sparkling. Who cares if it's not quite finished? It's just needs a little work around the edges, and it's perfectly usable already. We got a very nice shower curtain Monday night. It's white gauzy cotton, sewn in billows between strips of lace. Thin enough to let some light in while you shower, and matches anything. Of course, we got it home and Brian hung it up, then said that he put in this nice new shower for me, and I had to go and make it look like it threw up. Whatever.

I had to start a new sweater last night. I just started one two weeks ago, but it flopped. I'm so mad. First, I lose bits to the sweater I was making last winter. So then I try to finish it with more of the same brand of yarn; after all, it's "No Dye-Lot" and "Guaranteed to Match". Didn't match. So that sweater is sitting in my downstairs closet in pieces, hoping I find the missing bits someday so I can assemble it. So I used that yarn to start another. Got the back finished, but had to start a new ball of yarn a few rows from the top. You guessed it: didn't match. And I bought them at the same time! I was willing to forgive the matching problem with yarn bought a year apart, but at the same time? No way! I called the yarn company, and they are sending me two free balls to make up for it, but at this point I'm never going to use that yarn for a solid-color project. So off to the store for more yarn for another sweater. Yes, I love to knit, and it'll be fun, but how frustrating!