Tantrums

Threw an absolute tantrum last night, like a 2 year old. Poor Paul, I don't know how he puts up with me at the moment. I have to try to focus on staying positive but sometimes I just lose my cool. The reason? He cooked filo pastry with sweet potatoes, cheese and spinach but when he served it to me he realised he forgot to put in the bacon. Which of course to me is so bad I had to cry and shut myself in the room for 5 mins with him at the door going "I can fry some bacon for you if you want" and me yelling " I don't want any f**king bacon". Haha, he did forgive and I ended up having two helpings, because it was so nice. Psycho. Good thing the 12 week mark is close, my emotions should turn to a more positive vibe...