Crazy Hormonal

I think last night I reached the pinnacle of my hormonal state. Well, I guess I hope it's the pinnacle. I gave Brad one of those speeches that I think he's heard now with each of my pregnancies. I don't get mad at him, but it's one of those times that I mentally fall on my knees, arms outstretched to the heavens, and scream, "WWWWHHHHYYYYYYY?" It all started with my exhaustion and while I was changing into my pajamas I began to look at all those lovely stretch marks all over my belly. It looked like a big purple cantelope!
That's when I began. "How does it feel to be a man and know you'll never get stretch marks? You'll never get engorged breasts, experience the ring of fire during labor, cramps..." and so it went. Like I said, I wasn't yelling at him, but I was once again baffled by the inequality. I went to bed feeling discouraged. I think deep down it really was the tiredness and hormones.
I've always said I'd much rather be a woman, because while we give birth to the children, and deal with physical ills and pains, I'll never be called to go to war or deal with a hormonal wife. Still... you kind of wonder sometimes where the justice of it all is, or is it just me?