Lou Ferrigno's Got Nothin' on Me

You wouldn't like me when I'm angry...especially if your name starts with a "J", ends with an "ohn" and you happen to be married to me.

Now let me preface this by saying: I hate hormones--possibly more than the average person. If I saw a hormone walking down the street, I would punch it in the face and then start laughing. Unnecessary rage aside, I'm thinking pregnancy is one of the most extreme life events as far as hormones are concerned. When I was pregnant with Audrey, I remember being a little more emotional than usual; things like running out of toothpaste could make me burst into tears. I do not, however, remember getting so angry I could turn green, rip my clothes off and go on a hulk-inspired rampage. The thing is, these hysterical moments are always triggered by stupid events...like John telling me my directions to someone's house are wrong or hearing the same word repeatedly in a conversation. (dicker, anyone?)

Anyway, it's for this reason that my Mommy radar is telling me I'm having a boy. I know it's silly, but I'm feeling like maybe this odd behavior is the result of excess testosterone in my body...either that or someone's been slipping steroids into my morning coffee. We've decided to find out the sex of the baby this time (Jeff can breath a sigh of relief now), so we'll find out whether my maternal instincts are accurate sooner or later. I think Audrey's rooting for a boy too, but just because she doesn't want to have to share her room.