Dealing with it.

We’re angels when we’re pregnant.

I’ve heard that said by a new mom, describing the incredible feeling of carrying a new life into the world. It’s true. We are angels.

So why do I sometimes feel like turning into the devil incarnate? I’m normally a peace-loving  person, even while 7 months pregnant, and yet I find myself sweating the small stuff more often than I’d like to admit.

Why is this idiot driving so slowly? Why won’t that stupid dog stop barking? Why am I always the one replacing the toilet paper roll??

Sigh. Hormones are hard.