Yesterday I stopped at a veggie stand to pick up some tomatoes and as I was there I imagined myself getting out of the car on the side of the road and getting hit by a car. As I was lying in the road I picked up the cell phone to call my husband and tell him he needed to pick up the kids. When he answered his phone he didn't let me talk just said I'll call you back and hung up on me. He does this in real life a lot lately. So back to the "dream"...When I was in the ambulance on my way to the hospital he finally called me back and I told him I was hit by a car and that he would need to leave work and go pick up the kids. He was all upset he had to leave work early and showed no concern for me or our unborn child...
This doesn't seem so far fetched to me. He has been working all the time and has no clue what it is like to be pregnant. And let me tell you, the third time around I have gotten like no sympathy from him. The 1st pregnancy was definatley the best. I enjoyed it. Even the 3rd time around I don't consider myself a bad pregnant person. I don't complain. I haven't had issues with swelling. I don't talk to my belly at work or pat it like a former coworker would do all day. I like it that people are for the most part nicer to me just because I am pregnant. Strangers open doors for me and the baggers at the grocery store make sure not to make the bags too heavy... I just wish my own husband would be more like them. It is so much harder being pregnant with two other children relying on you for everything and I mean everything. With Corey not coming home until they are in bed most days of the week I have to do everything. I may as well be a single mom.
In one way it is good that I am working full time and get to get away and out of the house, but that is also another thing I have to do and worry about. On top of all the stamping commitments I keep signing myself up for... I need a vacation away from everyone.
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