So today has been all kinds of sucky so far and now I can’t stop crying.
I’m already feeling super-fat, ugly, etc. (didn’t feel this way when pregnant with Pumpkinhead) and then Mr. V just made it worse. First he was talking about how my breasts are off limits during lactation.
Then he says that if I actually make him be in the room during childbirth, the other end will also be off limits until he can “get that image out of his head.”
THEN I ask him to put my wedding dress on Craigslist. He sees the pictures for the first time and says nothing. Not “What a beautiful dress.” Not “Oh well, you wouldn’t have looked good in this anyway.” Not “Hmm.” NOTHING. Instead he tries to convince me I should sell it for peanuts even thought it is arriving at Alfred Angelo this week. Hasn’t even left the store! Surely I can get close to purchase price for it. He asks why I can’t sell it myself. Well, first, he is constantly buying and selling on Craigslist so he can monitor. Second, this is freaking hard for me!
When he started working with the pictures to prepare for upload, I lost it. Starting sobbing and couldn’t stop. And he’s all like, “What’s wrong?” I called him a dumbass and went to my room. Um, I am going to look like crap on my wedding day, don’t know if I will find a dress I even like, and am honestly not sure it’s even worth the expense for a photographer when I’ll be freaking 37 weeks pregnant!
Went to lay in bed and pull myself together. Unfortunately I hadn’t had breakfast (and it was 11) so I had to get up and eat.
Geez. Come back in and he’s all like, “You going to be okay? Anything I can do?” Yep, more waterworks. I’m such a hormonal mess.
Goodbye pretty dress.





