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I went to the doctor yesterday. All seems to be going fine. I am 11 1/2 weeks prego. Last time I made it to 12 weeks so I am still not getting excited yet. I have always been a crabby bitch. It's my nature. I like to bitch about things and make fun of anything I can. It seems pregnancy has heightened my sense of bitchiness. All someone has to do is simply appear too cheerful and I will scowl at them like the grinch. Heaven help the person who has accidently changed their printer settings and needs them changed back. I stomp over there like a drill sergeant and without speaking one word, fix it. They weakly say "thank you justagal" as I spin on my heels and make a beeline back to my office. What is wrong with me? It's like I hate everyone all of a sudden, for no reason. The other day my mom asked me how I was feeling and it annoyed me so much I almost hung up on her. MY MOTHER!! Last week we saw my parents and my dad asked me how things were going and I nearly punched him in the face. That's not my normal nature towards my family, that's for sure. I am going to attribute my new found attitude with the hormones which are raging inside of me right now. I sure hope it doesn't last. I'll end up living alone in a cave some where at this rate. I have to go get genetic testing today because I am "advanced maternal in age" according to my doctor. I am 35 years old. That didn't go over too fucking well with me. But I will go do it. Hubby has to come to. He will get the see an ultrasound of little baby B swimming all around. I've seen it twice, he never has. The times I've seen it I didn't know I was getting an ultrasound so I told him he didn't need to bother to go. I'll keep you posted as things progress.
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