Week 31 shall forever be remembered as "The Week of Hormones".
Frankly, I'm not someone who can relate to the idea of "feeling hormonal". I'm generally unaffected by my womanly times, and I'm not the kind of girl who would typically cry at a movie. So, when week 31 hit - WOWZA.
I literally don't know what came over me. But...
...Guy who honked at me when I was walking across the street (while I had the right of way)?
I wanted to slam my hand on the hood of his car.
...Mix up with my jeweler who was cleaning my engagement ring and wedding band?
It took the entire car ride to work for me to calm the effff down.
...Late for my doctors appointment due to traffic, and then Mr. Fix-It gets tied up and can't take me?
...Mr. Fix-It acts grumpy over our dinner options?
I had to go for a walk outside before I could speak to him.
Fortunately, the crazies went as soon as they came. But SERIOUSLY, I was a legitimate mess. I actually now feel bad for people who self-identify as having a short fuse. It's no way to live! Week 31 also came with some positive things too: We completely and totally finished the nursery! I had another wonderful doctor's appointment! And best of all, we're one week closer to meeting this sweet little one!