I am in the midst of having a chemical. Heavy bleeding, awful cramps and the worst lower back pain I have had in years.

Last night my husband comes out of the bedroom doubled over saying he needs to go to the ER. I rushed him there thinking it was his gallbladder. 4 hours later the doctor told him he needed to poop. Literally. He said he is full of poop and needs to take something to help him go.

Since last night he has not left the bed. The dog shit all over the floor while we were at the hospital and he left it for me to clean up. He is acting like he is dying a slow and painful death and expects me to wait on him hand and foot when he hasn't even asked me how I'm doing.

Sorry for the rant but I'm feeling a little neglected and my heart is broken :(