Pregnant, Summer, Texas, Toddler

Hmm... what do these four words have to do with each other? The answer: my life at this point. On the 4th of July I begin my third trimester. And it's Texas. And it's hot. And I have an emotional toddler who goes non-stop. Today was all about Owen. Everything we did was tailor-made for him. Tricycle riding. Swimming. Toy Story watching. Lincoln Log playing. And every time he seemed happy, it was only a matter of minutes before he flipped out on us. He hated each of us at varying points today. And by hate, I mean trying to rip the skin off your face and biting and hitting you hating. He's rough. I'm scared. I have this book (had it for four months or so just sitting by my bed) called 1-2-3 Magic: Effective Discipline for Children 2-12. I am determined to start and finish it this week. I need help. Serious help. I can feed, clothe, care for and love a child pretty well at this point. But I am no expert on what to do when your kid refuses to go to bed because he wants to keep playing with his frogs. So I cojole him, try to at least, to no avail. Then I tried to pick up the frogs just to get things moving. He lays on the frogs and stuffs them into his pajamas, keeping me from getting to them. He then lashes out and screams at me, trying to attack me for touching his frogs. Seriously. (Did I mention these are plastic frogs?) I'm at a loss. I'd like to try to figure it out before the next one arrives in three months!