Stress

Some of you prolly saw my post about my husband breaking his leg....

I’m alternating between wanting to cry, wanting to murder him and glad he’s out of surgery.

No weight bearing for 6 weeks. I’ll be 36 weeks by the time he can walk. Which means I’m 💯 responsible for our farm all the animals carrying water hay etc. god forbid I go into labor early.

He can’t work which means I can’t work cause we co own a small business. So 0 income besides our short term disability that just pays our bills. Then he will be working less once the baby is here to help me anyway.

He doesn’t seem to be understanding my level of stress. We got Chinese at the hospital tonight and my stomach is so upset from being upset and stressed out all day I can’t eat and he just keeps telling me to eat more.

I’m so beyond mad at him for choosing to play a dangerous sport while I’m pregnant. He doesn’t seem to care and is already preparing for next season.

I know he needs some sort of adrenaline in his life. He diffused bombs for 9 years in the army. But it’s now made my life 100000x harder. And I hate him a little for it.

😡😡😡

At least when we get home I can go upstairs and avoid him for a while since he can’t do stairs.