Crabby...and feeling guilty!

Last night, I had my first outlash, crabbypants moment. Ufortunately,Dave was on the receiving end of it. All day today I have just been thinking about how horrible I was to him, but yet there's nothing I can do. I think (I'M HOPING) he understands. I mean, I don't want to completely blame it on the hormones - but they are doing this to me, right???!!

I bet you want to know what happened. It's really not that big of a deal but I made it into a huge one (again, the hormones, I'm telling you they are evil!).

It was 9:30pm,in which I should've been snuggled in bed and on my way to dreamland. But instead, I was reading my pregnancy and delivery book, and I kept seeing "in your childbirth class...". I thought to myself, I really need to figure out how to enroll myself into classes or I'm just going to fail miserably at pregnancy. I then remembered the package my doctor gave me that had the hospital paperwork in it. That then reminded me that I needed to fill out our reservation form to send to the hospital (I'm going to deliver at Banner Thunderbird in Glendale). It says you can fill it out a few months prior, but I want to be prepared! I sat at the table in which Dave stopped his movie to come sit by me as he said this was an important moment in time. He even took a picture of me filling out the papers because he was so excited and he had to post it on facebook (so yes, he was even being cute all before the explosion of emotions occured).

I started flipping through the resource book that was included in the packet and saw that they had childbirthing classes. Perfect! I won't be a failure.

They have a ton of different classes including the OB Orientation, which is a tour of the maternity ward - very important to help my anxiety. They also have general childbirthing classes, breastfeeding (I'm enrolling in that one!), baby care, and a few more.

The first class I wanted to make sure we got signed up for was the OB Orientation. They only have two dates listed for my hospital. Dave may be starting a new job and doesn't know if training is that week or not and who knows when he'll find out (this was my negative thinking in my head last night). And I work on the other date but he told me I could just leave work early. Which I don't know if I can do or not. So I was trying to figure it out, he couldn't tell me yes or no, he kept telling me I could try to shorten my volunteer orientation and rearrange my schedule not his. He started to get frustrated, I got frustrated, and that was that. I shut the laptop. I put my water away and Rocco and I stormed upstairs (well, I stormed, Rocco just raced me as always). I shut the bedroom door, got ready for bed, and went to sleep.

There has been no mention of anything yet today. I think he's over it - I just feel really bad. And if what they say is right, man, this was just a tropical depression; the hurricanes are to come! So, Dave - when you read this - I LOVE YOU and please always remember that no matter the category of the hurricane.

On a lighter note, the belly is growing - slightly. Here's an updated belly pic. I kept my shirt down this time! This was taken on Easter so I might of had a full belly too from Nay Nay and Laura's amazing Easter dinner...:)