Beasting...

I had my first really bad mood night, and boy was it bad. So bad in fact, that I called Austin the next day to apologize and thank him for being there for me and putting up with me. Yes, it was that bad, and for no real reason. I was full from my 1/2 cup of soup, that didn't take that good to begin with (which for pregnant me, apparently is enough to send me into a tail spin with my mood), Baby Stutz was moving up into my ribs and I couldn't for the life of me get comfortable. Needless to say I was a little bit of a BEAST!

I started to realize that I might be entering "That Part" of pregnancy. I'm trying to cherish each day and week that I can before I'm completely beyond uncomfortable.