General Bitchiness

I am there. I am at that point. I want to be aggrivated with everyone and everything. That means I am just beginning the 'I'm done being pregnant' stage...Probably another week or two (or god forbid longer) before whatever powers that trigger labor decide they are ready too. My poor boys. Yesterday is when it began. Neither of them did anything to set me off but I wanted to bite Brian's head off and just give Jake to him and walk away so I didn't have to deal (there was nothing really to 'deal' with). I totally restrained myself (the fact that I was able to do that at all means I am not done with this stage yet I am sure) and bit my tounge when I wanted to yell (again for no real offense - just imagined ones).
We watched football most of the day - a Sunday tradition for us from game day 1 until Super Bowl. For some reason I wanted to yell at Brian to "get off your ass and DO something - like the dishes! Can't you see this house is a disaster?!" (it totally was fine). Then later I was in the bedroom folding a basket of towels and Brian came in to talk to me and I just wanted to scream at him "can't you see I'm folding laundry - why the the hell aren't you helping me?!?" (he is not expected to assist me in this particular chore). Again I just kept folding and didn't say anything. I took a warm bath hoping it would relax me - I just got irritated with soap scum on the tub and the peeling caulking, the shower curtain not being clean enough, etc.
I had come out of it somewhat by the time we went to bed but when I woke up to use the bathroom for the umpteenth time last night (around 4ish) I had a hard time sleeping because I couldn't stop thinking about all of the things that I needed to do around the house (do more laundry, unload the dishwasher, basic routine stuff that always needs to be done). I got up and made the bed before I even hit the bathroom...I made a list of shit to do and now I guess I have to do it. Maybe I'll buy some yarn to make myself feel better (oh wait, we're broke, nevermind...and then there is that box full of yarn in my sewing room upstairs).
Ok. Rant over. Thanks for reading if you're still here.