My son is due in September and I am having a lot of anxiety about my 2 year old daughter not thinking I love her as much and honestly just soaking in all the last moments just me and her together. My husband gets this. He feels for me. But tonight I got frustrated with her because she was just being incredibly difficult to go to sleep. We have been letting her sleep with us because it is easier than me having to get up in the middle of the night and so on and so forth. So since I got frustrated, my husband did as well. Gets up, scoops up my baby, and whisks her off to her bed. Now I am listening to her cry down the hall and watching her not sleep on the monitor with tears in my eyes. No goodnight hug.. no warning, nothing. And I really just want to punch him in the face.. for trying to be helpful. When I really feel like he just ripped my baby out of my arms. Damn it, pregnancy hormones.