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It was practically impossible for me to "take it easy," which was what I had been told to do after being discharged from the hospital in a week or so ago.

The nesting stage of my pregnancy had come early this time around, and I was already anxiously scrambling to get everything ready for a baby that wasn't even supposed to be here until January. John tried to keep me in one place, but it was hard for him to do that because I was so set in my own ways and because he was always in the studio.

The boys' newest (and still untitled) album was set to come out at the end of November. I'd been tasked with designing a cover for it and designing the poster that was to be included inside. Not only that, but I was also taking the photographs that were coming inside, and most of the photographs that were to be included on the poster.

After the article about us had come out, John had gone to my boss, pissed off beyond belief. He argued that the article should have never been published in the first place since it was literally about one of his damned employees, but my boss hadn't cared. After I'd been informed, I'd turned in my resignation papers the very day I'd been let out of the bloody hospital. As much as it sucked to be out of a job that I liked so much, there was no way in hell I was staying somewhere that treated me like such shite.

Right now, my biggest task was the poster to be included in the boys' album. It was about one in the afternoon and Julian was at school. I'd made myself comfortable in the sunroom with some butter and saltine crackers, and I was organizing some photos on a large sheet of white paper. No matter how many times I put the damned things together though, it always looked like utter shite. I was beginning to get ridiculously angry, something that had been happening a lot recently as my hormones got more and more unpredictable. John had told me numerous times that he was bloody scared of me, but I found that to be completely ridiculous. I wasn't that scary...I said as I shouted at him and then refused to speak to him for a whole forty-eight hours, all because he'd left the toilet seat up once.

Just as I found a way that I liked the photographs to be organized, damned Mimi the cat sauntered into the room, wrestling with Lady the cat, and messed the bloody order up. I shot up to my feet in agitation. "Damn you, fuckin' bloody cats!" I said, crossing my arms. The baby responded to my sudden movement by kicking me straight in the damned bladder (one of its favorite activities these days), and so I cursed at it too, as I rushed to the bathroom just down the hallway.

I continued to curse at everything in anger as I left the bathroom and went back to the sunroom to retrieve my butter and crackers.

"What's got you all upset now?" a familiar voice asked.