My boyfriend is out at the bar with his friends while I'm pregnant and lame at home. I choose not to go and be around drunk people and cigarette smoke but it's so hard not to be bitter about it. Not about him going, he works hard and deserves some time away. I'm bitter that I can't do those fun things anymore and he still can! I've never been much of a drinker, but we live in a small town. Going to the bar is pretty much all there is to do most weekends.

There's just so many things I'm unable to do and although I'm happy about my LO, I still get moments where I wonder what the hell I got myself into.

I wish I had a fetal doppler to just listen to the heartbeat when I get those moments and remember what it's all for.

I'm sure I sound selfish, maybe I am. I've done whatever I want for 27 years. It's hard to break habits. Being stuck at home on a Friday night is not ideal to me. Especially alone while my SO gets to drink and have a good time.

Does this get any easier?

/endrant