Big ol' rant here. Feel free to skip it, I just need to get this out.
The further I get, the better the 7th looks for an induction date. I feel like all my energy is being drained out of me and my ribs are so, so sore. Even though Marin dropped, her feet and tailbone are still pressed into my sternum so I can hardly breathe. I'm angry and hateful all the time and my OH is totally insensitive.
I posted on the Facebook group how rude he was being tonight and it's just gotten worse. I was watching a show and he just comes in and changes the channel. Then he talks and blabbers about having all the stray kittens stay the night in our house since "pickles misses her friends". He picked HIS favorite show and then sat there and talked through it for 2 hours. He doesn't just talk, he blabbers on and on about stupid stuff, makes obnoxiously loud noises repetively in my ear, starts arguments about anything from a show we're watching to the fate of the world.
He has ibs and ate a LARGE blizzard from DQ and baked beans. Apparently that gives him the right to throw his legs over his head and fart and laugh hysterically because it smells and I'm OBVIOUSLY sensitive to smells. He will grab our cat and fart on her head and laugh like its the best thing on earth.
He constantly provokes me and tries to upset me and annoy me, then tells me how cranky and grumpy I am. Well, if I tell you that I don't want you to touch me right now and you practically force me off the bed by moving your leg closer everytime I move mine away, I'm going to get pissed.
He completely disrespects my house by smoking inside even though I repeatedly ask him not to and leaves trash everywhere, barely chips in anything for bills (even while I'm not working), and then bitches when I ask for help, like going down two flights of stairs with a basket full of laundry when I can't even see my feet.
I swear, the closer this baby gets, the more and more immature he gets. He makes rude comments about how I'm not working right now and how lazy I am, but turns around and tells me how I need to find a better job when I'm released back to work or how we're going to pay the bills since "I won't be working anymore". I have every intention of going back to work SOMEWHERE after my leave is up.
Oh my god, I'm going to either kill him or explode.