I’m a fuck up. A huge one apparently. I don’t know what to even fucking do anymore. I’m pregnant. 8 weeks 2 days today. Yay, right? Wrong. I can’t even enjoy my pregnancy without worrying/stress/fighting. I thought pregnancy was supposed to be happy? I guess I was wrong. My husband holds it over my head that he wasn’t the first person to know about our pregnancy. It was a complete accident with my family finding out. I came back from the doctors and get bombarded with questions & I was in so much shock myself, all I said was yes. He was also in the room but was confused as to what was even going on. In my defense- he was technically because I peed on a stick and it came up positive. He just didn’t want to believe it until the doctor said yes. He claims I’m not including him in our pregnancy. I don’t know how much more to include him in anything without taking this baby out of my uterus and having him grow it. He’s at every appointment. Was the first to see and hear the heart beat. What set it all off was I applied for WIC. & his name was not on the paper as a parent. They forgot to put his name on it. He claims he’s not included and is a nobody. All the attention is on me and the baby & nobody cares about him. I honestly don’t know what to do anymore. I feel like I can’t enjoy this pregnancy because of one mistake that happened. Can I just sleep these next 32 weeks and wake up when my babies born? Maybe it’ll get better..