What kind of sh***y weekend is this?! I feel like ever since I got pregnant I'm chained to the house. My husband won't take me anywhere, the most we'll do is go for a walk at the park and come home. I tell him all the time I want us to go do something especially on such a nice weekend. A typical day is usually me cooking us lunch and dinner and watching him play his video games at home. I feel like the romance and spontaneous side to our relationship has gone down the hole. He knows I'm tired and bored of staying home. Even his parents go on more trips and are more spontaneous than us. There is a festival in town and even so he won't let us go because it's too packed with people, well, what do you expect when you live in the city.

Today is national burger day so we went to grab some burgers at McDonalds. I literally took 2 seconds to decide what I want and had him ordered for us at drive-thru. I also had him get a small frappé too in which he had a hard time saying. In addition there was a fan (at the car wash) going off and the person at the drive thru couldn't hear or understand what my husband was saying so she asked us to pull forward to the window to complete our order. We did so and at the window, I spoke to the lady and told her what I wanted.

Then my husband proceeds to tell me how he hates that I took so long to decide what I wanted at the drive thru and whatever I wanted, some frappé that he doesn't even understand. He said meanly that I'm always like this. I always embarrasse him when we do things like this. I told him it's not my fault the lady didn't understand what he was saying. First of all he couldn't even pronounce 'a caramel frappé' and secondly there was a fan going on so loud the lady couldn't hear our order. So while we wait in the car we got into this dumb argument. He told me I was stupid. I told him he's the lame one for not pronouncing the right names.

We got our foods and came home. He was PO. He walked away from me and told me not to speak to him. I thought this was ridiculous. He's going to pout and get mad over something so little. He grabbed his burger and sat far away from me. Me being the way that I am; I don't like it when he gets mad so I go over to him and tell him not to be upset. I wanted to give him a hug and kiss. He raised his voice at me to leave him alone but I said I didn't want him to be upset at me. As I sat down next to him he got up and yelled at me. He threw his burger on the table then decided to throw it into the trash, missing the trash and ending up all over the living room carpet. He went and slammed the bedroom door. I followed him crying saying I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say but cry.

I left him alone in the bedroom and went out to the living room to clean up the mess on the carpet and then vacuumed. The sauce had left some stains so I had to use the oxi stain remover. After I wiped the table I took my keys and got in the car. I didn't feel like staying home anymore. I drove myself to the park. I've no where to go. I'm such a mess.

I am 3 days away from my due date and I wish my baby was here already. My LO that will give me some peace and happiness. My baby that will give me a good reason to cry.

I wish my husband would be more sensitive, more romantic like he used to be. Our talks lead no where. So here I am at the park, crying in the car.

I know this post was long but I have no one to talk to and wanted to get this off my chest. Sorry.