Okay, people, let me see if I can explain something to you.
Pregnant women, if you haven’t figured it out, have a LOT of hormones surging through their systems. And they don’t always know what the last straw will be – you know, the one that pushes them over the edge from smiling, happy, one-with-the-universe pregnant woman to the raging banshee that’s lurking just below the surface.
So, if you irritate them, you push your luck at being “the one.” And you don’t want to be THAT one.
So, Mr. I’m-so-impatient- I-can’t-wait-for-you-to-get-out-of-the-way- so-I-can-get-my-drink, you have fair warning. You could be the one. And you were such an asshole I should have went off on you.
And, Interior Furnishings Store with the oh-that-bed-won’t-be-in- for-another-few-weeks- so-here’s-a-replacement-that-can-be-here-tomorrow- wait-it’s-not-we’re-picking-it-up-tonight- even-though-you-scheduled-delivery-today stance – you’re on notice. If I do not get my new, bigger bed with the ultra comfy mattress by tonight, you will not like the phone call that comes tomorrow.
Because lack of good sleep plus hormones? Well, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that, shall we?