DISCLAIMER: I am a hormonal onery pregnant woman. Any emotions expressed in the following post are probably very disporportionate, and should probably be taken with a grain of salt.
I start out by saying that I love my husband... with all my heart really.
My husband can be extremely insensitive at times. I feel like I want to strangle him today. I got up this morning... sick as a dog mind you... and got ready for work, I proceed to go get in the truck to leave, and realize that my lovely husband has the keys... in Gunlock... 30 minutes away. GREAT. I called him, and he brought me the keys, I was almost late for work, and he didn't even say sorry for taking the keys... I mean I know it was accidental, but it was still his fault, a simple sorry would have gone a long way. Then I proceeded to work my 8 hour shift... sick as a dog mind you... and I came home. I came home to find my husband sitting on the couch. I went straight to the kitchen to make dinner... (lets keep in mind that the very thought of food makes me want to crawl in a hole and die.) anywhoo... I am trying to fry the Navajo taco bread, while supervising my 7 year old who wanted soooo badly to help cut the tomatoes, and my 5 year old who soooo badly wanted to help chop the olives... I yelled to him... "Sweetheart, do you think you could come help me with dinner?" his reply... "what do you need help with?" my reply... "dinner" He stormed in and a yelling match ensued. truthfully all I needed was for him to make sure neither little child cut off their fingers. is that really too much to ask? Apparently so. He tried grabbing the knife away and doing it himself, I proceeded to yell. I didn't want him to do it FOR them, I wanted him to HELP them. Quite the concept. Anyway... then he ate 2 helpings while I continued to cook, he never offered to help, so that I could maybe eat a little bit. OOOOHHH gggrrr... I am seriously just fuming! It feels like he doesn't care at all that I feel horrible. I mean I get that he probably has a lot of complaints lately too, with all of my moodiness, and vomiting and such, but it really isn't my fault. I don't think the "do unto others" concept makes sense to him. I always take good care of him when he is sick. The last 3 days in a row he has gone to bed early and left me up to take care of all the bedtime craziness... I am feeling very overwhelmed. I wanted to vent here before I vent to him because I am sure I am being unreasonable. I truly love you Mitch, I am sorry you have to live with me.
Nettie
8 comments:
I honestly think, that men just don't get the pregnancy thing. I don't think they do. If you ever need anything, please let me help you! Seriously, call me!
Oh honey, I didn't know you were pregnant. Congrate's and my simpathy for the morning sickness. True, men just don't understand, and when we are hormonal it's even worse.
I would be fuming too! So your reaction is definitely understandable in my eyes. Now you just get the fun task of relaying your frustration to him. Hopefully he'll try to be more helpful afterwards and not just think you're being hormonal :)
Ohhhhh myyyyyyyy..... Remember THIS post? You're not alone. I sure love you!!!! http://hopieclyde.blogspot.com/2009/12/hormone-check-on-line-one.html
I hate being frustrated and hormonal. It is not much fun to go through. Men really don't understand much about pregnancy. I find comfort in chocolate sometimes, but not to much. Crying helps too.
I hope you get to feeling better real soon. First trimester go faster so Nettie doesn't have to suffer for to long.
It was great to see you guys again. It is to bad we don't see more of everyone, except at family funerals or get togethers.
Oh dear. The beauty/beast of being pregnant. Dont think you are alone. The worst part for me was I had no idea I was a raging b*tch for 9 months until afterwards when everyone dared tell me. Your almost there. You can do it and as hard as it is just remember men are men and they need things spelled out for them.
Awe I hope you start feeling better soon!!!
Oh girl, you know all we wives can so relate. Sometimes I just want to STRANGLE my husband, but I so love him and wouldn't give him up for anything. I call him the "driver of my crazy".
Hang in there. I find that a good freak out does wonders when we're reaching critical mass.
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