RAGE

The next person that says anything along the lines of "You're so tiny, I hate you" or "You don't look six months pregnant!" is going to get their face ripped off. Who cares if I don't "look" six months pregnant, I know when I'm due, I'm not going to lie, so stop making me feel worse. You have no f'ing clue how this pregnancy is going, so back off.

When you meet me on the walking trail and I have three large dogs and a toddler with me, don't say "Boy, you sure have your hands full" in a condescending tone. Especially if your tiny rat-dog is trying to attack my dogs that are sitting nicely by the stroller looking mildly interested. I might accidently drop a leash and your dog might accidently get eaten. Or I might just try out my mace.

I realize it's only 9am and I shouldn't have quite this much rage this early in the morning, but at least my chocolate chip waffles calmed me down a bit. And I've only cried once so far today, which is quite the improvement off the last month and a half. I'm also feeling rather defiant, as in "Yes, I have prenatal depression and no, it does not make me an awful person. It just makes me super fun to live with." Why shouldn't I admit it? I know for a fact (at least if my OB isn't lying to me) that it is more common that most people let on, so why shouldn't I be the lone pissy pregnant person to stand up (behind the mask of the internet) and say yeah, there is such a thing, people deal with it, it totally sucks, but we're normal.

I will now go back to my regular scheduled day. Bath time for BP, then smoothie to share.