I complain too much on here about how uncomfortable it is being pregnant, but this time around has just been a nightmare. At this point I'm just trying to show you the building stress level I have. I've gained almost 15lbs more with this little guy and the Dr is measuring my belly and it's all baby in there...I'm not heavy anywhere else, my BP is actually 104/72, the sugars are good, I get around well enough but I have a lot of pressure and some pain. I'm less than two weeks away from the forced eviction of this little dude, and things are starting to get more difficult for me to do. Last weekend we did Friday dinner at my moms, Saturday I had to work then we went to a friend's house to socialize and even to watch that roast of Justin Bieber which was amazing, and Sunday was family Easter festivities. It was the first Easter my 1yrold could walk around and find eggs and all that fun stuff, which meant me waddling behind him, helping point where to go, showing him how to use the toys the Easter bunny left at his Nana's house, and then bath time at home...his antibiotic and bed.

After he's tucked away, I'm washing sippies and so forth when SO brings up that we won't be having the minihag the weekend before the C-section, but she's coming this weekend (11/12) and (25/26). I asked him what happened to the (18/19). and he basically said that the seahag had other plans, and originally he was going to take her the (18/19) AND (25/26) because they'd already hashed it out and he has no problem having his daughter two weekends in a row, in fact it'd be great...etc :jawdrop: :? (without consulting me, of course, why would they...not like I was having a new baby and maybe would need to know who else was going to be in the house). I just said, "Well, I'm sorry you didn't feel the need to include me in these conversations you seem to be frequently having with the seahag behind my back, and two weekends in a row when we will be having a newborn is excessive." And I put down the sippies and went to bed.

After all this time and energy, I just feel used and spent. I don't want to fight this battle anymore, and he doesn't want to stick up for our family. I already told him that I'm really unhappy and that we need to get a babysitter for an evening and sit down and talk about what we do from here. We can either get on the same page and do this the right way, or we can separate. I'm just exhausted of there always being "something" to be unhappy about. I don't even have to look, he brings them to my feet sheepishly, because he knows that he isn't doing the right thing. He'd rather disappoint me, because he thinks I won't leave. I'm physically drained and emotionally fed up, he doesn't help me and if I'm going to be doing this on my own anyway, I may as well jump in with both feet. I'm at a loss.