I'm crabby, too! On Sunday I took my daughter downstairs to junior church, and waited in line behind several small kids to use the bathroom before rejoining the service. DH and I had agreed that he would take everyone (minus me) to the mall after church so that I could have some much needed "alone time" to soak in the tub, practice hypnobabies, etc. So we're home, I'm in a quiet mood, anticipating 3 hours of P&Q, when my mom turns her anxious face to me and says, "ARE you in labor?" Grrrrrrr! I answered her unkindly, something to the effect of, "Mom! When I want you to know that I'm in labor, I'll tell you!" Later, of course, I apologized - she's been here and been a great help to me, and she's anxious, poor thing. But OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH, I've been increasingly hormonal. We changed our answering machine message to : "hello, this is the ___________. If we haven't contacted you, it's because there is NO BABY YET. If you are calling for any other reason, please leave your name and number so we can call you back." So on Monday, my brother calls, listens to the message, and leaves the following: "Hi, it's your brother Mark, just calling to find out if you've had the baby yet?" Double GRRRRRRRRRRR! Today in the verizon store, this man is walking away, does a double-take, and says to me, "Well, it's obvious what YOU'VE been doing!" Of course, all my snappy replies came to mind after he'd left the store: ('Really? What do you THINK I've been doing?' and 'I've got a baby in here, that's why I look the way I do...what's your excuse?') Luckily, I'm slowly coming around to seeing the humor in these situations - much healthier, and perhaps I can make a buck by sending it in to Readers Digest...later

Rebekah
headed for 42 weeks, and even the nice sepia-toned U/S photos are not satisfying my craving for my BABY!