Being pregnant means having to deal with the ups and downs that your emotions deal you.
This, of course, is not entirely your fault. You can blame it on the baby and not feel guilty about it. Or if you're feeling spunky, just blame it on your husband.
Every woman in the world can understand that one.
I blame the baby (sorry Turtle), who I also blame for the lack of breathing ability, the inability to bend over, the sleeplessness, the cravings, the frequent need to pee and the frequent need to cry.
My emotions go up and down at the drop of a hat.
One second I'm loving life, I'm laughing and I'm happy. The next I'm grumpy, pissy and growling at everyone who comes into contact with me.
It doesn't take much either to set me off. The wrong wording of a sentence, someone driving with their blinker on for miles, some snot at the park pushing my child, whatever it is. The clouds roll in and its best to just stay out of my way.
For those who have never experienced the wonders of the moody pregnancy blues, just think of the grumpiest day of PMS (replace your cramps with a tiny baby doing cartwheels inside your belly) and lengthen it out for ten months and there you have it.
Of course, that cartwheeling baby tends to stop your bad mood and makes you remember all the good things about being pregnant and bringing a baby into the world... until the next jerk cuts you off in traffic and you find yourself displaying your middle finger for all the world to see.