I'm 38.3 and all my s.o and I have done is fight lately. It's like I can't do anything right, the laudry, cook, wake him up. Today I was having a bad contraction waiting for him to come home from work and he said I was short with him and he wasn't very nice, he said he's "trying to assess the situation" weather it's bh or labor because I can't handle pain. Then I apologize for being short and he said he's not mean to me when he's in pain, he's a veteran. Like wtf?! It's not about him right now. At 32 weeks I found out he was sexting with some woman on tumblr when I was only 10 weeks and I forgave him. Maybe that was my mistake. I'm just so sad. I'm sleeping on a blow up mattress right now in the nursery and trying to decide what is best at this point. On top of it I have to work a 12 hour shift tomorrow. My heart just hurts... Sorry for the long rant