This is my husband and I's second baby. We have an almost two year old son together who is so so active and loving and all over the place. My husband works for a semi truck company, driving throughout the week. (Granted he's in between jobs right now due to legal issues with the last one, but still what his career is going to be). I am a SAHM with my son. I am currently 23w3d with our daughter. Little prelude to what I'm about to say. I had my son all-natural besides some Tylenol in my IV that didn't do anything but make me feel drunk for about three minutes before it wore off, and I had atrocious back labor with my son. So I can handle quite a bit of pain, or so I've proven to myself and all the doubting people thinking I'd get an epidural. No judgement to those who do, just don't like giant needles in my spine or anywhere for that matter. Plus the cons outweighed the pros for me. Anywho. If you have ever read any of my other posts, you've probably come to the conclusion that I am struggling with this pregnancy. HARD. Severe nausea that still gives me problems some days, high blood pressure that's probably gonna get me induced early, severe back and hip pain, severe fatigue, occasional debilitating migraines, UTI before my first prenatal appointment that ended with me leaving the ER being told I'm probably losing the baby it took us nine months to conceive (I am aware a lot of people go for years. I'm not even twenty-one, my husband is only twenty-four. No fertility or health issues, just took us three times as long as it did with our son.), sub chorionic hemorrhage about four weeks after being sent home from the ER with threatened abortion. The works. I honestly am just so ready to have my baby girl in my arms and be done. I'm hoping to get my tubes tied after this, my body can't handle this physically or mentally again. Husband supports, though he would rather just go get himself snipped. (saggy balls 😬 or I would be on-board with that). Last night was bad. My husband and I had plans to clean the house since things got a little cluttered from holidays and me physically not being able to get out of bed because of morning sickness. Had the game plan all laid out, he was gonna clean this and I was gonna clean that. Good. Til it felt like there was a bowling ball being crushed against my lower spine AND a migraine kicked in full-force. I don't exaggerate btw, except with spiders. That's a whole different story, I'm sure I'll post about one of those incidents later. So where am I while my husband is cleaning? Curled up in a ball, with the heating pad on my back on high, begging him to find the f-ing Tylenol. God, I miss my ibuprofen. I was damn near in tears. I'm not a crier, I'm not an emotional person. So needless to say, my part of the cleaning did not get done yesterday. It just makes me feel so useless. God forbid I try to do the dishes. By the time I get it all set up and start scrubbing, I'm too light-headed from my sugar being low because I physically can't eat or can't keep anything down, so I have to go sit down. I know my husband is getting tired of this. Before I got pregnant, house was clean, dishes got done twice a day, dinner on the table at a decent time ever night he got home, I didn't need help because I had it covered. This pregnancy has proven to be the hardest thing I have ever gone through. I just want to be able to take care of my family again.

Sorry about the rant. It's just hard when no one else understands.