What I did on my vacation

Not really a vacation ~ but I took a few weeks to stay in the real world and not live in my apartment (I think I need a new maid, this one leaves a lot of cobwebs ... and why is there an empty wine bottle in my trash can?!)

While I've been gone my baby buddha belly has gotten bigger, I've gotten more exhausted and lost another 3 pounds to the joys of morning sickness ... and I wrote out the story of my ill-fated love affair on my other blog.

Part 1: When the love of your life leaves
Part 2: The world crumbles
Part 3: The beginning of the pain
Part 4: The space between pain and healing
Part 5: Time heals all wounds ... sorta

And to top off the vacation ~ I read all 4 Twilight books. Cover to cover. In 9 days.

I think my eyes started to bleed on night 7, it started to get a little painful but I couldn't put the books DOWN!!!

So, that's where I've been, what I've been up to & why I've abandoned the apartment for a while.

On the up-side ~ DH has been surprisingly helpful and in a good mood lately. Stifling my material to spill to you girls ....

Marital Earthquakes

What happens when the "Come to Jesus" meeting after effects have worn off?

I'm calling it an earthquake.

Hubs is slipping back into his pattern of slackerdom and using all the excuses in his arsenal ... fine. I can deal with that, it's part of the PMS all husbands seem to get, whatever. But when I get thrown attitude last night because "You're ALWAYS exhausted" Oh. Hell. No.

Has he missed the fact that my stomach is getting large? Does he forget that I am currently growing an entire human being with no help from him? Does he not think that this takes most of my energy and by 9pm I am too tired to even think about holding a conversation?!

I need HELP from my spouse right now, not a guilt trip about how rough his life is. Suck it up and keep trudging buddy, I am. I am so tired of hearing how hard it is to stay home with one kid, I really am. I would be so much more supportive if his staying home included cleaning, cooking dinner, doing laundry or paying bills. Then I would be inclined to rub his back or bake him cookies. All his whining makes me want to do is break his windpipe.

I just can't figure out if I'm really upset or if this is pregnancy hormones causing me to overreact. I don't want to loose my mind over minor infractions ~ not when there are so many larger ones for me to go postal over ~ but last night was that last straw in the camel's pack, you know what I mean? When I said that I was too tired to watch tv ~ he burst out with "You're ALWAYS too tired."

The camel's back snapped like a twig.

Much like the animals in California ~ I smell an earthquake coming.