This entire pregnancy I've been filled with an alarming amount of rage. Rage and bitterness that some alien creature usurped my body for its own evil purposes. Then I found out that I was having a little girl. Suddenly, I realized that I was only bitter because I was imagining a *boy* baby in there sucking the life out of me. Ever since I found out it was a girl I've been all peaceful and smiley. Truly I disgust myself.