Today went great, LO was in a great mood, ate good, slept good. Then supper time came and sh*t hit the fan so to speak. Like 10 things went wrong at once resulting in me yelling at my dog and my child. Ugh. It never feels good. I called DH to come home so I could regroup. If I wasnt it the process of making another child I would indulge in a bottle of wine. Instead I am soaking in a tub, trying not to listen to LO fuss.

So those who are not pregnant, have a drink for me