Irritable

I think lately I've been the walking definition of irritable. I feel bad for Mike and the girls. Well, sometimes, but there is really no way around it at this stage in pregnancy. I have a rather large human critter kicking/punching me non-stop. Sometimes in the bladder, sometimes in the ribs, sometimes places I don't know how to describe. Meanwhile I have a 19-month old barnacle yelling, "up, up, up" constantly and a five-year-old asking me to put on Barbie's clothes, take off Barbie's clothes or look at Barbie's butt. Geesh. Does it get any harder? Four weeks to go. Who said it would be easy anyway? I think everyone is ready for baby brother to get here already and I should lighten up and be thankful... it could be worse. Although I may not have the best attitude lately, I know how very lucky I am to have those two little ladies.