You had probably already deduced this…

But this burst of posting has been brought to you courtesy of child number 3, who has blessed me with the crankiest possible pregnancy.  Number 1, I was depressed.  Number 2, I was cheerful until the end, then I was just weird and nervous.  Number 3, though?  Ornery.  I feel like kicking somebody’s ass.  Just for fun. 

I’ve got no idea how long this bout of rant-y-ness might last, but I’m guessing just short of ten weeks, since that’s how long we’ve got until this child will be summarily evicted.  I just hope it’s amusing you as much as it’s amusing me.  Because I’m not too cranky to realize that my crankiness is taking on a hint of the ridiculous, and ridiculous is mostly funny when it’s not busy being exasperating.

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