Cashiers and Husbands

Saturday B got up early to go work on his cousin's apartment. I was lucky enough to get to stay in bed for a while and around 1 his mom picked me up for his aunt's b-day party. We went there about 3 and let me just say YUMMY FOOD!!! I had way to much and by the time 8 rolled around I was totally ready to go home. Thankfully B had been there for 3 hours by then and was ok with leaving. But he did want to go play poker with his buddies. He kept asking me if it was ok and I just didn't know what to say. I was completely honest with him though, I told him I didn't want to be home alone, but at the same time I didn't think it was fair of me to ask him to stay home because I was tired. I cried and he hated it asking if I was ok over and over. And the truth was, I was fine, but couldn't keep from crying. Then he promised me he's be home around 10 and I sent him on his way. And thankfully I found a game online to play and he came home about 10:30 and we went to bed and cuddled and all was well with the world again.

Sunday once again was an emotional roller coaster. B just doesn't understand how some things come across way different than he means them to and that I'm not ALWAYS in the mood for him to be sarcastic or his little lies that I have to determine if he is serious or not. I started working on a meal plan for the week and apparently I'm now finding out after 6 years together that my husband doesn't like ham. He's never once before complained about having ham. So any way his buddy stopped over and was talking about going to shoot his new gun or something and B was says "well all I had to do today is go grocery shopping." And I just glared at him. He had told me Saturday night on the way home that he wasn't working for his cousin on Sunday because he wanted to spend the day with me. So based on the look I gave him he realized that apparently grocery shopping wasn't enough. Then he kept saying things like he wasn't going shopping with me. He means this to be a joke, but honestly I don't find it funny. (I write out my recipes before doing my grocery list) So I was writing out the list and flipping through the few pages of ingredients and he says "How much crap do we need? You just went to the grocery store the other night." Which I did and picked up some of the little things I had made note of running out of during the week, like Jelly and milk and stuff. I finally just looked at him and said "forget it, I won't do a meal plan and we won't go shopping." Apparently he was trying to ask why we needed to go shopping, but he could have just said "why do we need so much, I thought you got stuff last week?" Not rude the way he was. I ended up going and laying on our bed to get away. I was so hurt, I spend time planning out meals for 6 day of the week so that we don't have to have the "what's for dinner?" conversation every night. Then I make the list and put all the crap away when we get home. He finally came and got me and I explained how much he hurt my feelings, but I don't know if it really sank in. After shopping we came home and watched another movie and ate dinner and then flipped back and forth between movies on TV and the race. By 8 I was ready for bed!

Today hasn't started off great either. I was awake last night from 1:30 to at least 2:30 and didn't want to get up this morning. Then after my shower when I let Tanika (our German Shepard) out, the run broke and I had to go and find her in 10 degree cold dark morning with a freaking towel on my head. It wasn't fun, but thankfully she went to B right away when she saw him.

Here's to hoping the week gets better!

OK, so I posted this and then realized I didn't even get to my title. I didn't realize how much the crap this weekend bothered me. So yesterday while at Walmart this was my conversation with the cashier:

Cashier: How much longer do you have?
Me: Actually I'm due 2 months from today.
Cashier: Oh wow, you're going to be huge

Some more small talk about gender and name and then we're getting ready to walk away...

Cashier: Have a nice day and I hope you don't break your back before you're due.

So B and I go out to the car and I have this conversation with him...

Me: Why is it that people think that because I'm pregnant it's ok to comment on my size?
B: Well it's not like it's a bad thing, it's not like she's saying you fat and disgusting.

I just kept my mouth shut, I didn't want to start and argument. But come on, the comment about breaking my back was a little much don't you think?