If I could only make it happen.

I think all men with expecting significant others need some way of experiencing pregnancy for at least 24 hours. Strap on a fake belly that weighs 30 pounds, take some unisom so you feel fatigued, and some ipecac so you can experience throwing up. Throw in something that makes you constipated and gives your hemorrhoids and they will be set.

My husband has been unbearable. I am probably going to have surgery to remove these walnut sized blisters from my bum-hole. I can barely walk, can't sit on my bum, can't bend over, etc. He threw an absolute shit fit on Saturday because I asked him to get out of bed (At noon mind you) to help me get things picked up because I was having some friends over for a small baby shower. Princess (as I so affectionately call him) got off work at 11PM, and drove 15 miles to the casino, and neglected to come home until 2:45 AM. I called him at 1am and asked him to come home and he said he was on his way. Almost 2 hours later he shows up said he "ran out of gas". And miraculously his phone died (even though he has a car charger). I was pissed. Of course I couldn't sleep until I knew he was home and safe. I got up at 7am with our daughter and I was exhausted. I made home made chili, cornbread and cookies and he slept away. So at noon when I told him to get up, he was a bear to say the least. He was yelling, threatened to throw my chili  away and told me to call all my friends and cancel the party. I was devastated. He eventually got over it but did I get an apology? NOPE. When am I ever going to be treated like I should? What happened to the guy I met 12 years ago? When can I rest and have someone take care of me for once?