Blooming? My arse!

Only 15 weeks into this bloody pregnancy and my hormones have turned me into the she-devil. I seemed to have contracted hormonal tourettes, as I have a constant growl and cannot stop swearing.

I do remember this hell from the last pregnancy. Turning from a mild-mannered, sometimes sarcastic, happy go-lucky type to a snarling, thick-waisted, vulgarian with a big chip on her shoulder. It does only last for a month or so, but still it is not pleasant for anyone to live with. Poor Mr D, knows the only way to disarm the beast is to walk in with a dozen krispy kremes, which, baring my teeth, I snatch from him and retreat to my kennel.

Still, it is nice to have one vice left (swearing), after all my others are considered so bad for the babies.

Bah! I going to f*&% off now and hopefully Ill be more personable in a month or so.