Operation Revenge

Chapter Fourty-Five: Mood Swings For Days

** Tadley's POV: **

Kenslea is twenty six weeks pregnant, baby girl is doing great, and the boys are both happy and healthy.. But i've been feeling like i'm living on a tilt a whirl. This pregnancy is taking it's toll on Kens, and her hormones are all over the place. She will be laughing and happy one minute, sobbing the next, and then extremely pissed off the minute after that, then she's back to being happy. Oh, there's also the fact that she's constantly horny and trying to rip my clothes off every two seconds...

This pregnancy really is tougher on her than it was with Cade. She's constantly tired, she can't sleep at night, she's uncomfortable all the time, her feet have been swelling, she's throwing up non stop, she's super hormonal..

I would never say this out loud to her, because i would like to keep my balls where they are...but i seriously sometimes think she's using this pregnancy as an excuse just to get mad at me. It's like walking on eggshells because i never know what mood i'm gonna get, or if i'm gonna say the wrong thing.

I learned that the hard way...

** Flashback **

"Wow, babe. Babygirl is getting so big." I smiled as i looked at her perfect bump.

"Are you calling me huge?!" She glared at me in response.

"What? No! I"m just saying she's growing fast..." I quickly corrected myself.

"And what? I'm growing too? Is that it? I'm getting fatter?! You're such an asshole!" She started sobbing. "God forbid i gain a little weight...it's not like i'm carrying your child or anything!"

"Babe....You're being a little dramatic...I'm not saying you're fat! You're perfect..." I said softly trying to get her to calm down and stop sobbing.

"I'M BEING DRAMATIC?!" Well, she's not crying anymore....But she's PISSED! I just barely ducked when a hair brush was being chucked at my head.

"You don't have any idea what it's like! You don't understand how it feels to constantly have people telling you how huge you're getting, you don't understand what it feels like not being able to do simple things like put your own god damn shoes on because you're too big to reach your own feet! You don't understand what it feels like to not be able to control your damn feelings, you don't understand what it's like to feel like a switch is being flipped on your emotions every two seconds... You don't understand how hard this is!" She was once again sobbing, this time harder than the first time.

I walked over and wrapped my arms around her and held her to me as i smoothed her hair and tried to calm her down...

Lesson learned....don't mention how big the baby is getting....don't call her dramatic...proceed with caution and dodge flying objects....Got it.

** End Flashback **

I'm trying to be understanding because i know that this pregnancy hasn't been easy on her, but it's so hard to keep my temper in check sometimes when she's coming at me over the smallest and stupidest little things... It's like she wants to pick a fight with me some days.

"Babe, i'm home!" I called out as soon as i walked through the door, grocery bags in hand. "I got what you asked me to get!" I walked into the kitchen and put the bag on the table, grimacing as i pulled out the box of Velveeta Shells and a jar of pickles.

She's had some really weird cravings; Mac n Cheese with pickles mixed into it... not just any Mac n Cheese it has to be Velveeta Shells. Strawberry cream cheese on pickles. McDonald's french fries with french onion dip... some weird ass shit!