Psycho preggo!

So last night J and I went to Home Depot. They had come to measure the nursery for carpet and now we were going to get our estimate and then pay for the installation. We got there and spent 20 minutes sitting at the flooring specialist's desk waiting. We pressed the button and no one came to help us. Then we finally caught someone and they told us that we could be helped at the service desk. So up to the service desk we go. When we get there, there are 2 people behind the desk just chit-chatting, gossiping about how was with who. When we finally got there attention, they told us that the women who could help us would be right back. So we waited again. When the women came, she handed us our quote and that was it. She wasn't able to answer any of our questions. When we asked when the flooring specialist would be there, she said that he should be there now so she paged him. Apparently, he took off for the night already. (We were there at 7:30 and Home Depot doesn't close until 10?!?!) So there was no one to help us. I really wanted to get the estimate and talk with the guy and pay so that they could have come to install it tomorrow and Friday which is when they originally told us they could do it. I just want the nursery to be DONE!!! So needless to say, I was pissed when we walked out of Home Depot with no carpet coming.

The first thing that J tells when when we get in the car is that I needed to have more patience and what kind of mother am I going to be when the baby comes if I have such little patience!!!!! (Side note: I'm a 4th grade teacher. I have all the patience in the world, believe me!) J said it in a kind of joking manner, but me being a psycho took it to heart!

When we got home, I went directly to bed and starting reading. I had the tv off, the big lights off, and I was just using a bedside lamp. When J came to the room, I was half-asleep. J turns on the big lights, turns on the TV (loud), and starts to iron his clothes. It was just so rude. He knows that it takes me forever to fall asleep. I make him turn the tv down and then I try to go back to sleep. When he's done, he gets into bed and then puts our dog on the bed and gives her a squeaking toy!!!!! So our little dog starts squeaking away. I freak out, grab my pillow and leave the room.

I originally went to the living room and laid on the couch, but that got too uncomfortable so I go back to the bedroom, where J gives me a look like, "what did I do?" I grabbed my pillows and go to the guest room. He yells at me from the bedroom to quit being so dramatic and come back to bed which just makes me more pissed off.So I get into the guest room and spend like another hour or two just laying there trying to fall asleep. I think I was too mad to sleep. I woke up this morning in a great mood until I realized that I was in my guest room and not my bedroom.

I'm not usually like this. I'm usually go with the flow. And nothing ever has made me or J sleep apart since we've been living together. Pregnancy has made me crazy. And it doesn't help that J sometimes puts his foot in his mouth!!!!I can't take 2 and a half more months of being pissed at the world.