Everyone from the in-laws to co-workers have been telling my husband to watch out. It seems that at any minute I'm going to turn into an emotional wreck, blubbering like my baby-to-be over nothing at all. Well, Art has nothing to fear there. He's been living with my one-step-from-crazy mood swings for years. For the record: I've always cried at the drop of a hat.
Now it seems that my hormonal tides are shifting. But woe to all who are around, because they are not pulling me into a fit of weeping. I suddenly find myself submerged by a wave of anger.
My poor, poor students. I feel so bad. I'm snapping at them and am being so harsh in unprecedented ways. I'm usually very kind and patient with my little lambs; but now one word or action, that I would have normally brushed under the rug, sends me over the edge. Today I literally lifted a student off his feet and dragged him out into the hall. (And this poor boy has NEVER been a problem for me in the past! I just snapped! Dear God, I actually understand that phrase now and can say with assurance that I've never snapped before. I'm losing control!)
Well, hopefully in March when I give birth my Incredible Hulk (whose crazy spliced DNA is obviously leaking into my system) I'll stop turning green and throwing cars through walls and just go back to being my usual, easy going self.
Wow.... I just hope he doesn't tear his way out like the vampire-baby in Twilight. Ouch.
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