Is it the hormones?

I've been very annoyed with myself over the past two months. Partially it's because I just haven't felt like myself. Now, clearly, I am going through some physical and emotional changes that are bound to affect me... but I wasn't really aware of how much they were affecting me until quite recently.

For example, my obsession with punctuality was gone completely out of the window since I got pregnant. The morning sickness and overall fatigue make it very difficult for me to get-up-and-go, at any time of the day! This has resulted in me arriving just in time, or late, for some of my Algonquin classes and Betrayal rehearsals. Now, anyone who knows me knows that I'm not usually like this. And the worst part is, I'm aware of it and I still can't seem to do anything about it. I am fortunate though. The majority of people I'm working with are understanding of this and just chalk it up to the hormones and to the fact that I've booked myself anywhere between 40 and 70 hours of work a week in what is considered the most energy draining time of pregnancy. But my head-strong organisational side of me won't accept that as an excuse... therefore I'm annoyed with myself.

Another example, I was in the grocery store yesterday to pick up a few items. This would have normally taken me 30 minutes. I was in the damn store for an hour and a half!!!! First of all, the cart I was using was crap. I was so tired I just didn't have the energy to push the defective heavy metal thing around quickly enough. Secondly, I was having trouble finding specific items that I wanted for a special dinner I was planning on cooking. (This was to be the first "sit at the table" dinner I cooked for Stewart in over two months.) I was so distraught that I all but ignored and felt rude to Micheal Mancini when I ran into him in the canned goods aisle. He, as usual, was all smiles and loveliness. (I hope I didn't come across like too much of a bitch.) Thirdly, this extra time it was taking me at the grocery store pushed me over the hunger/thirst edge and with only a bottle of water in my purse (the granola bar I sadly ate earlier), I was almost crying on the phone to Stewart trying to explain to him that I couldn't find the damn fondue oil and wouldn't be able to cook him dinner ever again.

So you see... very annoyed... with myself.
So is it the hormones?

What a lame excuse huh?