I feel great.

Recently, a lot of people have been asking how I'm feeling. I always tell them that I'm feeling great because for the most part that's true. Other than the occasional bout of nausea, I really am feeling physically fine. About two months ago Nick and I were reading part of a pregnancy book that talked about moodiness and that some women feel like they are having PMS times ten. Well let me tell you....I kind of laughed at that at the time but this is ridiculous. I feel like the ongoing theme of my third month of pregnancy is "Really, why are you still talking?" I was always moody (in case you haven't noticed) but I'm going to go ahead and correct What to Expect When Your Expecting and say that it's like PMS times 100. And the sarcasm has reached all new heights (now who would have thought that was possible). Oh, and it's not all the time either, it's completely random. I could be sitting here happy as can be and someone will say something or do something that triggers some little switch in my brain and all of a sudden Bristin (Bitch Kristin) is out full force. I just get annoyed with people. And I feel bad because most of the time it's people I really like. Sometimes they don't even say anything that should be annoying but for some reason I just have a problem. For example, we went to competition last weekend (which was a lot of fun). The girls did great, everyone scored well and I had a great time with Hayley and Katie, the other two teachers I went with. I really like 99% of the parents too (you know there has to be that one or two that means well but drives you crazy). However, by the end of a day and a half if I heard one more country accent I was going to scream! I usually kind of like everyone's little accents, especially the kids. But seriously people, your not fixin anything and it's a car, SUV or truck, not a vehicle. What else am I annoyed with? I'm annoyed that my patient is on 60mcg of Fentanyl/hr and 3mg of versed/hr plus the additional 2mg of versed and 2mg of Vec I'm giving him every hour and he's still trying to come off the bed and extubate himself. That is super annoying and now I'm getting annoyed with everything else around me too. Oh, and I'm irritated that I don't have a belly already. I'm almost in my second trimester, I want a freaking belly! And not the 'this is Kristin chunker, have to wear my fat jeans but you can't tell I'm pregnant at all' belly. I want a real pregnant belly or no belly at all! I know that that's not realistic but I don't care, that's what I want. Also, it's always that right when I wake up or at 7am after working for 12 hours someone asks me how I'm feeling. Really? Do you really want me to tell you how I'm feeling? Because let me say, I am feeling fan-freaking-tastic. I've been awake since yesterday at noon and I've been in an ICU avoiding all these nasty germs and dealing with all these nasty parents for the past 12 hours plus I have a 45 minute drive home ahead of me. How exactly do you think I'm feeling? That's why I always say that I'm feeling great. Just focus on the physical, it could be a lot worse I suppose. I could be puking my brains out but I'm not so that's good. I feel bad, I'm trying not to be mean but I feel like some of it kind of just slipps out. And it's not all the time either. I'm going to go ahead and say that 80% of the time I am perfectly happy. And I know that when I'm being crazy, I'm being crazy, but I just can't help it. So if I've been mean to you in any way, I'm really sorry. Please accept this glimpse into the psychotic mind of a pregnant woman as a heart felt apology. It's all I can muster up at the moment. Hopefully this won't last for the next 6 months. I am totally looking forward to the promised bliss of the second trimester. We shall see.