Pregnancy Hormones Strike Again

I get really angry during early pregnancy. For some reason, the heightened levels of progesterone transform me from a sweet Mrs. Jeckyll to a ready-to-rumble Mrs. Hyde. And I know it's not just in my head because I have had a psycho moment every pregnancy before I got a positive test. And this time was no different. Enter scene on a beautiful autumn afternoon. My husband and I are doing yard work because suddenly the leaves in the yard are making me nuts. Our next door neighbors who are perpetually tidy come over yet again to complain about our tree. It has some branches that hang over into their yard and is "getting leaves all over the yard" ummmm, hello? They call it Fall for a reason... Anyway, my normal handling of the situation would involve something along the lines of apologizing (even though it was here when we moved in) and assuring them that I'd have it taken care of when we had available funds. Instead they got a raving lunatic that loudly commented that they could cut the f&*%ing tree down if they couldn't stand leaves that much and promptly marched across the street to see about borrowing an axe. The guy who lives there took one look at my wild eyes and calmly asked if he could cut whatever it was for me instead. I swear my husband was in the background waving his arms and mouthing "Don't give her an axe!!"...to this day, I'm really not certain just what would have occurred if he had, but either way we'd have a felled tree and possibly a newspaper headline. As it was, we finished the yardwork, left the tree intact to be handled by professionals oddly, my suggestion of burning it down was met with resistance, go figure? and finished off the evening with a major argument about changing the bag in the trashcan. Thank goodness this pregnancy rage only lasts a few days since I soon realize something's really off and end up with a positive pregnancy test. That little diagnostic tool ends up being worth it's weight in gold as it makes me put every future impulse through the "crazy hormones filter" and I tend to take a couple deep breaths and chalk it all up to the hormones. Maybe EPT should come out with a PMS test too? So now our situation stands thus: we still have the freakin' tree until someone returns my calls for an estimate, I am seeing the advantage of privacy fencing and our neighbors are no longer speaking to us. Oh well, at least they won't come complaining about the leaves in their yard anymore.