I never thought that I would ever have any reason to feel a kinship with Angelina Jolie, but now, there's this: Angie is, reportedly, just completely melting down in the last stages of pregnancy.
Angelina, who's all checked into that nice French hospital with its blacked-out windows and is awaiting birth of her children - although she is said to have demanded and will get a C-section next week - is apparently freaking out at everybody about everything, including the quality of ice in her glasses and the dearth of salmon on the hospital menu. Her mood, sources, has "darkened."
Which, I just so totally get, omg. I spent the last five weeks or so of my recent pregnancy having total fits and hating on everybody who approached me. I also informed my doctor on no fewer than four occasions that if she didn't perform a C-section on me LIKE RIGHT NOW, I was going to do it myself goddammit.
So, yeah. I would ordinarily be snarking all over a story about some celeb going all mad diva in the maternity ward (*cough*J-LO*cough*), but having just been in that dark, dark place myself? Am totally empathizing.
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