13 Weeks and Counting

Still preggers, still feel just like crap. Getting bigger, running out of pants that fit. Luckily, my sister-in-law brought me a few things I could wear. I grow tired of standing in my closet every morning for 30 minutes crying because I'm too fat to fit any of my pants. I know NHP is sick of it. He has decided that because of my ill behavior, I hate him and will have his baby hating him when it is born. He doesn't seem to understand mood swings, morning sickness(that lasts all day), hormones and being tired from the minute I wake up until I go to bed that night. I guess he thought pregnancy would be a ball of sunshine and fluffy bunnies. WRONG!!! I try to explain these things to him, but he lives in a "the world hates me" state of mind anyway. Explaining only makes him think I'm talking to him like he's stupid. I can never win.