So I agreed to a damn trip while 36 weeks pregnant - a friggen blimp over here - so he could see his family. A bumpy, uncomfortable hell ride of 10 hours, a week stay at some motel with a lumpy mattress and a 10 hour drive back. I've been packing and preparing and I ask him to do one damn thing: make a list of 5-6 hospitals on route that have a good to decent obgyn center and a NICU. You'd have thought I asked him to freakin hike to Alaska and bring me back the hair from the ass of a polar bear. Like, damn, it'll take you all of 25 minutes, brings me peace of mind, and you wanna stomp your feet and moan about how meaningless it is?? Hell no! GAHHHH I'm sorry but I feel like I'm doing everything for a trip primarily for HIM and god forbid he helps by making a single list 😠😭

Okay, venting over