I want to take the term "raging hormones" and shuck it from the English language. I hate it. If I could take a phrase and stab it with a paring knife repeatedly, until there was nothing left but a black and blue, bloodless shrivel of nothingness, I would. I HATE it. HATE.
Yes. It's true. I've used the saying before. I'll probably use it again. But each time it happens a little piece of me dies, along with the little puppy the good Lord killed for me allowing myself to use the biggest cliche in America to excuse someone's behavior. I get it. You're a teenager with an under-developed brain and chemicals shooting throughout your little not yet fully formed body making it difficult for you to make smart decisions. You're a pregnant woman trying to grow an infant in your lower abdomen while dealing with the stupidity of the American population on a daily basis where strangers want to touch your belly and ask all kinds of personal questions that are absolutely none of their business.
We got it. You're hormone-y. Ok.
To all you budding sprouts of a teenager: Stop being dumb. Sure, sometimes stupid opportunities arise. But seriously. Being emotional and dealing with pressure should not erase the fact that you do indeed have a brain, albeit still developing. You know what you're doing. If it's something that would make your mom and/or dad yell at you, the answer is no. Don't do it. It's not that hard. Been there. Done that. Bought a ton of t-shirts. (They're pretty much all I wore up until the age of 19.) If I managed to go 18 years without smoking a cigarette (or marijuana or doing any other kind of drug), drinking an alcoholic beverage, getting pregnant or an STD while living in the biggest drug selling neighborhood in the county, so can you. Suck it up and stop being an idiot.

To all you pregnant ladies: No. I have not been pregnant yet. So no, I cannot speak from experience. No I do not know the full intricacies of the emotional task it is to mother a child. But someday I hope to. And I've decided ahead of time I'm gonna be the meanest mother-to-be on the planet.
"Do I know you? No? Are you touching my stomach? Ok, well you're gonna lose an effing hand." *Bam* Out comes my pocket knife.
I don't like being touched now. I sure as heck don't want your grimy, calloused hands on my protruding stomach where my child resides.
I just read an article about the 10 things not to ask pregnant women. It was ridiculous. One, because most of the items were not in fact questions, but statements people make towards pregnant women. Watch the way you title, chica. Two, yes I've heard each and every one of the questions (or statements) mentioned, and yes, I've wondered why people ask (or state) them when they are so clearly stupid, personal topics that are not in fact, any of your business.
You wanna know why people keep asking these same stupid questions? Cause you keep answering them. Want it to stop? Tell them like it is. When those experienced parents go out of their way to tell you to enjoy your sleep while you can get it, tell them in your most honest tone, "Well clearly, I mean you look like you haven't slept at all in the past seven years you've been raising that hellian of yours. You really should do something about those bags under your eyes." I mean really? Come on. If you're sick of them saying stupid things, reply quickly and witty so they know how dumb you think they sound and they will shut up. Or keep on because they can't take a hint in which case I'd probably drop them from my Facebook friends anyway.
Like I said. I'm gonna be the mean one. And I don't care. And it's not gonna be because of any hormones. It's gonna be because I am over the nosy neighbor over the fence routine. And I'm gonna be mean not because of a pregnancy, but because I am over stupidity and am trying to remove it from my life.
Ugh. Dumb.
But yes, my point is I don't get why people blame their pregnancy moods on the hormones. If people are being so stupid when it comes to your carrying a child, don't you have every right in the world to be mean/angry? Sure, there are tears that go along with it, too, and happiness galore, but the happiness is based on your excitement for being a mom. The tears are because there's a lot going on in a short period of time and you have a lot to handle. As girls, we get emotional. (To which we again here that horrid term "raging hormones") But that's a stressful time and so sometimes, tears are gonna fall. Or all the time. (Again, lots of stuff happening here.) Every single emotion I see in pregnant women seems totally justified to me. Screw hormones. Let that emotional roller coaster fly. Stop trying to make an excuse for it. It's unnecessary.
*sigh*
Ok.

Also in that afore-mentioned article, there was one point I didn't understand. The author was carrying twins. She said anytime anyone asked if twins ran in her family it meant they were asking if she conceived naturally or with fertility drugs or other such assistance. I've asked that one before. And it has nothing to do with that. I have always been intrigued by twins. Maybe that's just me. But my two oldest friends are twins and with a lifetime of knowing them and marrying their older brother, I'm just intrigued when people say they're carrying twins to see if it's common in their family or if they are a cool exception to the genes. I always kind of thought of it as seeing if my chances of having twins were still ok. Now if you're carrying sextuplets, yes, I'll probably wonder. But twins? No. I've known way too many for that thought to cross my mind.

Geez, way to be a rude, presumptuous pregnant woman.


Guess it's those raging hormones...
:)