So this technically isn't a definition, but it will save your ass when you are talking to me anyway.
Yesterday, I cruised through the Chick-Fil-A drive through for a nice large, UNSWEETENED ICE TEA, but oh much to my unpleasant surprise, (and Adam's, because I was talking with him on the phone when I took the first sip) it was SWEETENED. I continued to tell him, that I just HATE when people do that to me*, and you know what prince-charming said? " Courtney can we just come to terms with the fact that for the next three weeks you will be hating everything and everyone?" Hmm point taken.
Hmmpppphhhh, what does he know, just because we are almost done with Trimester number 1, in which all crankiness during pregnancy is rooted...
*now that I have actually written it out, i do sound pretty damn pathetic, I mean it's not like someone punched me in the face, or called my kid ugly. THAT, I am pretty sure I would hate.