I just have to say it. This new pregnancy, compared to the last one is the extreme opposite in terms of the roller coaster ride of hormones that is Ang is on right now. The first time around, everything was smooth sailing. No sudden, horns sprouted from the top of her head. No menacing yellow eyes. No vicious teeth bared.
When I get home after work, the past few weeks. I generally get a " Hi honey, how was your day" kiss on the cheek. Then SNAP! I'm ducking blows. I actually have to run to the garage and and grab the lid to the garbage can as a form of protection, to shield the oncoming attack. That might be a little exaggerated. It's usually a verbal onslaught.
We're going with the whole, we want to be surprised by the sex of the baby thing again. But if these mood swings are indicative of anything at all. We both kind of think this might be a boy this time around. Our first baby was a girl. In fact Ang seems to think that she might have a raging battle going within her vessel, where her female hormones are clashing with male hormones in an epic battle of the sexes. It's turned her into a giant be-otch. No worries, I know she reads my blog, so I have consent to make such observations. Supposedly, it's the tiny male(If indeed that's what it is) That's making her eat like she's hasn't had a meal in 3 months. But every few hours.
Time will tell if we're correct. But I will say that I'm this close(my index finger and thumb are touching) to making an appointment to have a vasectomy. I hate doctors. Especially ones that mess with my junk. We're not completely closing the door on having more than two kids. But there is a strong case being made here to not want to have to go through this ever again. For now though, I'll just have to suck it up and take it as it comes!