She runs away

Evan's almost back to normal, though he does have a bit of a lingering cough. Nothing too worrisome, as he's sleeping and eating and playing well, so I'll say that we've recovered. Now let's just hope that I don't pick it up, because I'm sure I'll be miserable and whiny and generally unbearable if I do.

Speaking of being generally unbearable, I think I am. I feel badly for Mike, because as this pregnancy progresses, I become more moody and anxious and I know he bears the brunt of that. And it's not as simple as saying to myself, "hey, stop being a total bitch". I'd really like to, but it's almost like I have no control over it. I recognize that I'm being horrible and irrational, but I'm powerless to stop it. That sounds like such a copout, but that's exactly how it feels.

I was trying to describe this bitchiness to Cara on the phone the other day. She and I are planning a "girls retreat" with Beth for next weekend, and I was trying to explain my state of mind. I told her that I could turn into a raving lunatic within moments, and that she should be aware. The best defense against this is to feed me, preferrably every two hours. She sounded unconvinced, but I told her that I would pack snacks just in case. Luckily, Mike has the good sense to keep me fed (he learned the hard way), and that has kept the worst of the crazies away.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go toast a bagel.