Been cussing like a sailor. Have decided to call it "diapermouth." (Oh wait, they already covered that euphemism with pottymouth, didn't they? Punks). Not sure what it is about the hormones this tri as opposed to last, but seriously, poor Jon.
If I described my irritation when I don't eat as Godzilla in a steroid rage while PMSing, then apparently the start of the second trimester of preggocy is like if that monster were a mean drunk and every time it got irritated it took 12 shots of tequila. I sometimes feel as if I may breathe fire.
**Note to my adoring hubster: At these times, though you may feel like punching me in the mouth or ovary, please stifle the urge and go for a hug (or pet my head or something). It may seem counterintuitive, but the only apparent remedy to this is affection. Chances that I'll inadvertently roundhouse your head off are slim to none.
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