I'm crabby and the dog hates me

Forgive me if I repeat myself. I am so crabby and I tend to go on and on about stuff if it really pisses me off. First things first, I think this baby must be a girl because I don't remember ever being so moody with the other pregnancies. I mean, I can be a total nightmare if I want to, but I try really hard not to be. However, this pregnancy seems to be none of the *normal* pregnancy symtoms and all about hormone moodiness. Yesterday I was fine for most of the day, but the evening came and my claws came out. Of course, my husband has his own set of claws that stay at the ready, so I have to keep myself in check much of the time. Last night he had some issues with his car and rather than just figure out how to fix it, he gets all pissy and moody and in turn, makes me pissy and moody. By bedtime (which didn't come til after 1am), I was ready to just scream at him til I felt better, which would have been a long time. Anyway, I'm over it now.

I do have one complaint. Isn't the pregnant woman supposed to get out of the crappy household jobs? Ya know, changing the cat litter, chasing down the loose dog, carrying in the animal food from the car? All of those things I've done in the last 24 hours. I mean, hubby's back was sore from working on the house and such, but a 20 p0und bag of cat food wouldn't have killed him. And this morning, the stupid, stupid dog broke a 2000lb-rated cable and got loose. Who do you think had to go out in the friggin' rain to get her?! That's right. It was me. Soaked to the bone, pissed off from having to get up so early, and really wanting to scream and cry at the same time, I tell hubby "She's got to go. I'm done." His reaction? "Uh! Why?!" Well, I'll tell you why. This bitch of a dog has only been part of our family for a month or so. I have chased her through this neighborhood atleast 3 times, and she runs from me no matter what I do. I could be laying on the dang ground, with a raw steak around my neck and she would run from me. I have never been mean to this dog, and I like her well enough, so what gives? So, I finally get her this morning, get her in the garage, and then we have a "Senior Moment". Grandma, at 75 years old, has apparantly never learned to ask for the things she wants properly. My truck was behind her car and she was leaving. Rather than ask me to move, she OPENS THE GARAGE. Psycho dog is in there, and once again, is loose. All because Grandma thought that by opening the garage and pulling in, she could back out at an angle and get out of the driveway without my truck being moved. OMG. There are no words. Really.

So, hubby goes out, calls that stupid dog's name, and what does she do? COMES RIGHT TO HIM. I swear the dog hates me. Whatever. If she gets loose again, I'm not looking for her. She'll either come back or she won't, but my dog-catching days are over.

A few good things today, so far. Isaiah's t-ball practice was cancelled because of rain, which was nice for me because there were lots of garage sales today inspite of the rain. I need maternity clothes, so I took my chances. I found 6 outfits, 2 pants, 1 shorts, 3 shirts, and a "What to Expect" book all for about $20. I think that's pretty great. Cute little capri outfits that I will look absolutely adorable in as soon as my pooch looks more like baby bulge than my fat runneth over.

Well, I'm off to find Noah some crocs. Found some for Isaiah, but Noah has been a challenge. Seems these shoes are so popular that no one can keep them in stock. I guess I should clarify, we are sporting the payless version. No way would I pay $30 for shoes for a 2 and 6 year old.

I'm sure I'll have some more complaining to do later. Until then, pray for the 9th to come quickly!