I am so sorry for the long post!!!

Today I was supposed to be feeling better, but my husband just destroyed the whole day. Let's start by we have a 2 year old daugther and 20 weeks pregnant with our son, we found out last weekend. On Tuesday my midwife called me and tell me my placenta I super close to my cervix and to not bed rest just yet as I havent spot but to keep relax, not to lift heavy stuff, and not sex, and not bending over, at least until they do another ultrasound at 28 weeks to make sure placenta moved ( i know it may move, but it may doesnt) That day my world was just like what the hell did I do wrong? Why me? With my daugther I felt like a failure to as I had high blood pressure at the end, got induced and emergency c section 72 hours later.

We are living at my father's in low guest house, which is on top of the garage, but cant keep anything in the garage, he just want us to keep everything in the house or he will throw it on the garbage. Yesterday I saw my dream house that we could perfectly fine buy, but my husband was like, no we should have a bigger down payment. So my hormones are crazy and I got sad and didnt wanted to talk to him at all yesterday. Today we were supposed to go for a walk for all people that suffers from PTSD ( we go every year) so I told my husband to get the stroller that he first left in the garage (1 little stroller, again just 1 stroller that we dont have anywhere else to put it) and it seems that my father in law throw it away because is no where to be found. I started yelling screaming crying. We are paying rent, so is not like we are living here for free, is a smaller rent than if we lived somewhere else but we still pay rent, plus we put 100000$ to fix this house to be able to move here. So I dont think it is fucking fair that we cant use part or just a little part of the garage, my house right now is so disorganized because of everything we have in it, plus now we are going to have 2 kids. He ended up leaving without me. He is a good guy, but cant keep what it should be important for him straight. I'm so done! He doesnt get it!. I cant do this anymore, I keep trying to reorganized somehow, throw stuff away, but cant seem to fit anything in it anymore. I hate living here.