I really hate DH going out at the best of times because he never, never sticks to the hour he says he'll be home (and not by thirty minutes either) and I just worry he'll be hit over the head or run over or mugged or godknows. And that is at the best of times. Now I'm pregnant.
I have no friends, I'm just not that social... at all, I really really dislike his friends but I can do one night a week. However two nights a week really rubs me the wrong way. I spend all evening worried sick and teary eyed
I'd like to be able to use the nights he goes out for myself, you know, chill and enjoy the me-time before bub arrives. But the hormonal harpy inside me makes it impossible. I just want him home! But that is so selfish. Blahhhhh what do I do? Should I slap myself?
I have no friends, I'm just not that social... at all, I really really dislike his friends but I can do one night a week. However two nights a week really rubs me the wrong way. I spend all evening worried sick and teary eyed
I'd like to be able to use the nights he goes out for myself, you know, chill and enjoy the me-time before bub arrives. But the hormonal harpy inside me makes it impossible. I just want him home! But that is so selfish. Blahhhhh what do I do? Should I slap myself?