Had an ultrasound today at 33 weeks and honestly seeing my son and hearing his little heart beating has been the only good thing about today. But even the ultrasound wasn't great, the tech was applying a lot of pressure on my abdomen to try and get him to move so she could see my placenta, she told me to cut back on food because my belly is "too big" and if I have a big baby I'll tear (last I weighed at 131lbs and baby is measuring 5lb7oz rn) and I'm like.... why are you telling me to starve myself and my baby? My stomach looks massive because I'm a tiny woman. Small babies tear too during natural birth, and I'm planning on having him by c section anyways so why are you fat shaming me? I've been in pain since the ultrasound this morning since she was pushing so hard, I'm feeling awful about how I look and made to feel like I'm doing something wrong, I'm stressed cause we're moving to a bigger place next week, and money is tight and insurance is being stupid. Fiance comes home from work, all is fine until he puts the Mario movie on his phone while beside me which again, is fine. I'm not a movie person but he really loves movies. Then he suddenly gets up and is all like "I'm gonna watch it in the living room." ...okay? I'm not gonna stop you, have fun. But then he turns it into a big rant how I never want to watch movies with him ever and he brings up the fact that if I watch a movie with him I have to look up the synopsis first so I'm not "enjoying it the way its meant to be enjoyed" like of course not, I have anxiety and suspense from movies stress me out. I indulge in his other hobbies with him, and I DO watch movies with him but not often because I just really don't like movies. He brings up the fact that the last time we went to watch a movie together I ended up fainting (because pregnancy) and we had to go home and I don't understand why he's deliberately trying to guilt trip me for not being into movies when I'm already stressed enough as is right now, and I'm not supposed to stress since thats bad for baby. He doesn't indulge my hobbies and I don't make him feel bad for it? Its not like I don't watch movies with him ever but apparently only watching once in a while isn't good enough for him. But if I want him to do my hobbies or listen to me get passionate about it he doesn't. I don't like the double standard. I know its a small thing, its really not that serious but I just wanted to get it off my chest because my hormones are going crazy rn and I'm mad at myself for crying over the fact that he's upset I don't apparently watch enough movies with him. Its a stupid thing to be upset about but here I am crying over it like an idiot. Idk. Its just a bad day, not a bad life. He's a good partner, we don't really have any disagreements either, its not that big of a deal but for some reason I can't just get over it right now and I feel like a fucking fool crying about something so stupid.