I'm five months pregnant, I'm tired, and I need a husband. I feel bad because I just break down and lose it. My temper just seems to be out of control. Some dumb little thing will happen and I can just feel myself start boiling inside. then, suddenly I blow my top. I can't figure out what's wrong. I hate it!!!
Like tonight, I swore at my sewing machine. Go figure ~ like that's going to solve anything.
Note from Lizzy: No. We did not have cell phones. When E was gone, he was REALLY gone.
