getting up on the right side of the bed doesn't mean @#%*

What a crappy morning so far. I woke up feeling ok, despite my lack of sleep and the constant pregnancy paranoia that now fills my days. I felt cheery and bright despite the fact that I had to leave my family on a cozy Saturday morning and go to work. I felt great about arriving at work on a sunny Saturday of the long weekend to find a parking lot full of kids and parents waiting to begin a tournament. And then, I got verbally abused by the tournament director. And then all the parents were pissy at me. And then parents of children whose lessons were cancelled started giving me a hard time. And then the fact that I hit the curb this morning with my nice rim actually DID start bothering me. And the paranoia increased. And now everyone is pissing me off and I can't stop myself from giving the tournament director looks that could kill every time she glances in my direction (a simple apology from her and I would be sugar sweet...she's just too rude and stupid to realize). Yes, I'm pregnant and emotional. In fact I’m not unlike my toddler son at the moment - completely unable to control my emotions. It sucks to be so thin-skinned; this must be what it's like for some people all the time. Usually I don't take anything personally...today EVERYTHING is personal.

In other news, but related to the topic at hand, I’m pretty sure that I'm having a girl. I sort of saw the evidence during the ultrasound (although the tech wouldn't confirm) and am thinking that my increased emotional behaviour could be a strong indicator as well. I want a girl, but it also scares me to think of being a mother to a girl. There is, I think, so much more potential to hurt and be hurt in a mother-daughter relationship versus the mother-son relationship. I hope I'm up for the challenge.