HAHA. BE PREPARED FOR HORMONES.

April 10, 2016

When imagining my life plan in my head, I never thought that I'd be sharing a house with 3 men. And now I know that there's a reason for that.

The are driving me insane. Even Aaron who's usually so mellow is making me want to punch him in the face.

Eric is acting like Martha Stewart on cocaine with this nursery thing, and is continually asking my opinion on things, then ignores me and does what he wants. Or tells me that I'm not allowed to help with any of the physical stuff. He wouldn't let me put the baby clothes away in the dresser. I'm pregnant, not paralyzed.

Aaron doesn't help with Eric in any way, other that to occasionally smirk or snort at the scene in front of him, which just pisses me off.

And Daryl. Fucking. Dixon. is walking around here like he's getting punched in the balls every 15 minutes and taking it out on everyone else. Like, I'm sorry, what the hell did I do to you? I didn't ask for you help, I didn't ask you for nothing. No on is forcing you to be here. Get the fuck out if you wanna. Good lord.

Not to mention that while I'm dealing with all of this, I'm not getting any kind of real sleep. I can't get comfortable, and I'm having hot flashes, and they're barely even letting me leave the house, and I need to just not be pregnant anymore. 9 month incubation period is too damn long. And I'm not even four months in on it.

I'm going to go crazy by the time this baby comes out.