Just when I thought the angry pregnant lady has retired for the rest of my trimesters she reared her angry head this morning. Funny how little actions or words can just tick me off now. B started the morning slurping on his coffee. On occasion it's tolerable but this morning I wasn't having it. Slurp, slurp, slurp. Why is it ever even necessary? I come from a Korean background where it's standard when chugging down piping hot and spicy noodle-y concoctions but coffee? I think not.It takes me a bit to cool down. I wish I could control my temper better. Boyfriends and husbands of the pregnant really deserve a medal of honor after dealing with these sorts of hormones.
