Gosh, there's more sap here than in Vermont in October.
What's with telling HP that she should vent here and be sweet to her hubby? Having lived through a wife's pregnancy three times, I have to say, give him hell! Who got you preggers? He did. Who should have to deal with all the hormonal, physical, emotional stuff you need to vent? He should. I'm kidding to some extent, of course, as I love it when HP vents here...it smells so swwwwwweeeeeet. But I remember that my ex once did this:
(while leaving work one day, driving past the Folger's Coffee plant, an obvious odor of coffee in the air. X is 6 months preggers)
X: I smell chocolate.
H: No, that would be coffee.
X: I know what I smell. It is chocolate.
H: Okay, you smell chocolate.
X: I want to eat some chocolate.
H: We have to get home. We probably have some chocolate there.
X: No, I want some really good chocolate. And I want it now.
H: We really have to get home.
X: You don't understand. I want it NOW.
Upon pain of death, I ended up taking her to a restaurant known for its "chocolate bar" (think salad bar, but mostly brown, and entirely unhealthy, although very tasty).
My point is, whether or not you are thinking, acting, or speaking rationally, you are pregnant, pissed, and he should know this. I think of it as God's way of making the man think twice the next time he has unprotected sex with his W. It's like natural birth control.
So go ahead, vent here, but don't fail to live honestly and openly and loudly at home.
