I HATE being told that I can't do something that I want to do. For instance, my husband just told me that I can't write something on my blog that I wanted to write about. In fact, had already written about and was about to publish. Being told that I CAN'T makes me angry. Very angry.
Part of starting this blog was to give me an outlet for venting about my pregnancy and my life because how many times does someone want to HEAR me talk about being miserable/worried/sad/whatever? But if I BLOG about it, well, you can choose to read or not to read. Up to you.
It was simply a side benefit that I could use the blog to communicate stuff about pregnancy to all of my family and friends at the same time. It made my life easier, and I guarantee it helped make me a more pleasant person when I wasn't in the mood to relay information on the phone to twelve different people.
And now I'm supposed to filter because oh my goodness, someone might read that.
Still angry. Blogging isn't helping right now either. I may have hit the maximum capacity for what one person can handle. Coping mechanisms, don't fail me now.