Nothing will make you feel more like a self-entitled schmuck than being a pregnant lady who feels sorry for herself.
It’s all stupid shit. Like, being pissed off at your husband because he can drink wine and you can’t (not that I’m against drinking wine in the third trimester — because I assure you — I WILL enjoy my wine in the third trimester.) Or getting angry at your husband for taking that one rare night to go hang out with a friend. Selfish? Yes. Irrational? Most definitely. Is pregnancy an excuse for my schmuckness? I really want to say yes — but — no. No, it’s not an excuse.
I got angry at my husband earlier this afternoon for something fucking stupid. Something dumb. And he looked at me with this sweet, incredulous look.
And I felt like a bitch.
So I looked at him out of the corner of my eyes and confessed.
I said, “I know I’m being irrational. I’m sorry. I’m angry and I don’t know why.”
And he rubbed my back and said, “I know, babe.”
I really need to work on being nice.
Especially because I have a husband who’ll rub my back and look at me with his sympathetic brown eyes…
And still call me babe. No matter how horrible I’ve been.