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I think they've just been adding up, the small thoughtless things, until they finally are just annoying me to death.  I've gone, what, four months without a drink, real sushi, a normal sandwich, or a runny egg (that last one kills me). In those four months, my husband asked if I'd mind if he had a beer maybe twice, and has been drinkin as per normal, if not a bit more.

This morning was IT for me. We were making breakfast and he yelled into the kitchen that he wanted a runny egg.  Ugg, it pissed me off.  I've mentioned more than once that the fully-cooked-egg limitation is the toughest one for me, but (is this a man thing?) apparently it doesn't pierce his thick noggin.

This after a week of non-stop whining about how allergies made him miserable (are you kidding me?), one day of weights made him sore, not being able to sleep (ahem, bc of the drinking) made him tired, and he just has too much to do!

I'm over it. And pissed. I don't want to have to say to him, "If I can't, you can't." Frankly, I wouldn't even hold him to it, but the idea of sharing in some of the limitations and frustrations I'm stuck with would be nice.  As would not being ignored when I feel like crap. Look, I'm tired of me feeling like crap, too, but if you hear me hurling, pretending it didn't happen doesn't mean it didn't happen. It just means I'm now angry and miserable.

ARGH.

Sometimes men don't think.  My husband complained to me about being tired the morning I had to go in for a breast biopsy.  He was glad that I didn't go into labor one day because he had a headache.  I haven't killed him yet, though.  And your last bit reminded me of a Family Guy episode that was on last night where Peter was complaining about how hard pregnancy was on him.  Lois is throwing up in the background and Peter had to turn up the volume to the TV while lying in bed...

Objectively speaking, DH has been pretty awesome throughout this pregnancy, but when it comes to little things that annoy me, I've really been trying to work on telling him (/warning him) when it happens, because if I don't say anything and just quietly fume for a while eventually it comes out and that is NOT pretty. So now I really try to say "hey, I know it's irrational but I feel awful today and I really don't want you to go out tonight while I sit here feeling yucky" or "if you order runny eggs at brunch this morning it will make me sad because I can't have them." He's pretty happy to follow direct instructions, and while I wish he'd just know what not to do, that has yet to happen so I've decided to suck it up and go with the tactic of "unless you want to make me all passive aggressive and unhappy, please do the following..."

I've also made him read all kinds of stuff and talked to him a LOT about how hard pregnancy is. I don't think he got it at first, but over time it's been sinking in and he's gotten more appreciative of what I'm dealing with and giving up for this baby.

Cheese, I forgot to mention that one of the girls in one of my Bradley method classes has the same love of runny eggs.  She was able to find one brand of pasteurized eggs in the grocery store that she was able to eat less than fully-cooked.