Crap

I feel like complete crap today.

I can't tell if it's hormones, an under baked hot roll at Hapa's, the chocolate I had before bed, or the fact Brian didn't get home till 3am. Nonetheless, my back hurts like I've got PMS with a vengeance (you know, you'd think this is the one time in my life I could escape from those symptoms) and my stomach is uber queasy.

I am in one of those moods where you just want to lay around and feel sorry for yourself.

I debated on whether or not to get upset at Brian, I was pretty upset last night when I still hadn't heard from him at 11pm. This random message board whore said I shouldn't, that guys deserve a break once in awhile. Granted, I just wish he'd be more clear instead of saying, "I'm planning on being home around 9 or 10pm" and then not hearing a word.

I'm in my third trimester- although not something I'm anticipating, there's a chance I could go into labor or false labor now. Something about being out all night 30 miles away from your wife who is 7 months pregnant just doesn't scream responsibility to me.

I'll get over it. I have too much to do today to dwell on his crappy choices.