So. . . while the cerclage surgery seemed to go well, other parts of life seem to be exploding in very ugly bits of light.
I feel like I'm doing all of the work. Yes. I know I'm actually doing all of the work growing our child, but I feel like I'm the only one suffering. Seriously? Do you know what I just put my body through? Oh really? You cleaned the house while I laid in bed having post-surgical contractions and bleeding? You want kuddos? Really? I'll remember to tell our child that.
I have found that there are many women who google "I'm pregnant and I hate my husband" It is a sign, people. Pregnant women hate their husbands and even worse. . . high risk pregnant women want to stab their husbands in the face with ice picks.
I'm feeling like this is a phase, but I'm also feeling very sorry for myself and the general state of affairs. I miss my daughter and I don't feel like the Hub (or his family) understand. I will likely never forgive any of them for their seeming lack of "give a shit"
. . For now, I will try to get some sleep (as last night, I fumed in bed while the Hub slept peacefully.)
Exhausted. Hurting. Hateful.
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