Mrs. Grumpy Pants

I have been getting so frustrated with Dave lately. I have no doubt that the raging pregnancy hormones have something, if not everything, to do with it. Last week, when we went in for the 8 week ultrasound, he asked why we were here again. I told him that the doctor wanted to make sure everything looked ok with the bean because I'd been having very painful cramping. He said, "we just saw it last week". I replied, "yes, but I've been having pain...and, aren't you interested in seeing how much it's grown?" he replied, "can't be much since last week". Then I got angry. I told him that I would like to see more excitement in him, after all, we had waited for this for a long time. He told me that he was excited and asked me how I expected him to show it. Here we go: For one, you jump up and down and scream at basketball games, perhaps you could show some of that same enthusiasm? Two, when I tell you about something exciting going on at work, you ask me lots of questions and want to know all about it. How about some of that perkiness? And three, try to become involved and "get attached" to this baby by enthusiastically coming to my ultrasounds with me. I haven't asked him to come to the OB appointments because I think they're boring. But come on, you should want to come to the ultrasound appointments! We're lucky that we get so many this early on. Not only that, but you should want to come for the sole reason that we DO get so many this early on! If the doctor thinks the baby might be in jeopardy, don't you think it would be a good idea to lend some support to your wife in the rare case that she attends an ultrasound appointment and there's no heartbeat? After my whining, he relented with "yeah, I wouldn't want you to be alone for that".

End of rant