FFFC/BSC Crazy

[andreap525]

MH is a truck driver. Luckily he only drives to Cleveland and back every day, so he's only driving for, I'll estimate, 30 hours a week (which is still a lot, believe me, but less than he's used to).

Last weekend we drove to Detroit for a concert, and he had me drive there. No big deal, it's 5 pm, whatever. But then on the way home? Still me. I'm six months pregnant, I had NO nap that day (lol) it's 2:30 in the morning, and I'm driving us out of a concert-goer-filled Detroit? We argued the entire way to the car. And I fumed the whole way home, especially because I felt like I could pass out at any moment and he was DOZING IN THE PASSENGER SEAT. I was furious. But "he drives all week, he wanted a break" yadda yadda. I was so annoyed.

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Well yesterday I came home from work to find that my DH had emptied out his backpack all over the dining room table and there were papers scattered everywhere. I literally flipped my shit like no other and then started barking at him "Why do you do this to me?! Why do I have to come home and clean up after you?! And why the fuck can't you put your coffee cup in the sink?!" After a solid 5 minutes of bitching non-stop I realized my husband wasn't even in the same room. He was sitting in the bedroom playing on his phone.

[veggiemo]

In our house it's husband who has his BSC moments, not me. DS had a speech assessment on Tuesday and after the woman left I started talking to DH about how it went. He was being such an A-hole and saying I was only telling the assessor negative things about DS and had nothing good to say about him (so incredibly not true). I finally walked away from his hissy fit and went to work. He later texted me saying he was sorry and that during the assessment he had received a text that something had gone wrong at work that was his fault. I accepted the apology but let me just say I get absolutely no slack as the pregnant wife/mom around my parts. So I refuse to admit any BSC moments, period. I love DH, he's my best friend but as far as emotional support goes-I'm kinda on my own!

Confession: I ordered the most ADORABLE boxer briefs for DS and they came in the mail yesterday. Seeing a 2 year old in boxer briefs is seriously the cutest thing ever. And yeah, I let him wear them around the house right out of the package, didn't even wash them first. Husband was so skeeved out, but I was like whatever.

[ThePalindromicOne]

My FFFC - I went to work work twice this week without showering following my gym workout.... In my defense, I'm breaking too much of a sweat these days!

[billyhorrible]

I went nuts on my husband earlier this month, but it wasn't pregnancy related. He would have got the same reaction 6 months ago.

We flew across the country to visit my grandmother over President's Day weekend. Because we were going for such a short amount of time we decided to fly red-eye on Friday night to make the most of the trip. I spent HOURS researching all the flights, times, etc. but DH wanted to book with our credit card miles so I turned the actual reservation over to him, along with my pages of notes on airlines, flight numbers, times, etc. He kept trying to do "his own research" and was proposing flights that were more expensive, or non-direct. Finally I blew up at him and told him that I had already done all this work, and we were doing a direct flight since I wasn't waking our 3 year old to change flights and this is the cheapest direct so book it.

Fast forward to the beginning of this month, the day before the flight. I keep asking him to check us in, so we can at least have that out of the way and he's very reluctant to do so. He doesn't know any details of the flight and never forwarded me the confirmation. He finally agrees to check us in online and can't do it for some reason, so he forwards me the confirmation so I can check us in the next morning. I get to work, go to check us in, and realize he did not book the direct flight. We were landing at 3AM our time, at which point we'd have to wake up our kid and try to get him back to sleep for the second part of the flight. I was livid. And the flurry of text messages he got made it more than clear. At one point he texted me asking if I was ever going to stop being mad at him.

[jcprn]

Feb 27, 2015 12:47:18 GMT -5 billyhorrible said:

I went nuts on my husband earlier this month, but it wasn't pregnancy related. He would have got the same reaction 6 months ago.

We flew across the country to visit my grandmother over President's Day weekend. Because we were going for such a short amount of time we decided to fly red-eye on Friday night to make the most of the trip. I spent HOURS researching all the flights, times, etc. but DH wanted to book with our credit card miles so I turned the actual reservation over to him, along with my pages of notes on airlines, flight numbers, times, etc. He kept trying to do "his own research" and was proposing flights that were more expensive, or non-direct. Finally I blew up at him and told him that I had already done all this work, and we were doing a direct flight since I wasn't waking our 3 year old to change flights and this is the cheapest direct so book it.

Fast forward to the beginning of this month, the day before the flight. I keep asking him to check us in, so we can at least have that out of the way and he's very reluctant to do so. He doesn't know any details of the flight and never forwarded me the confirmation. He finally agrees to check us in online and can't do it for some reason, so he forwards me the confirmation so I can check us in the next morning. I get to work, go to check us in, and realize he did not book the direct flight. We were landing at 3AM our time, at which point we'd have to wake up our kid and try to get him back to sleep for the second part of the flight. I was livid. And the flurry of text messages he got made it more than clear. At one point he texted me asking if I was ever going to stop being mad at him.

Connecting flights are sucky period, let alone adding a 3 year old to the mix. Ugh, sorry about this.

[tiffbot]

I confess that last night I tried to shave down there. It was getting out of control and I wanted it gone. (So maybe this is me going BSC too). I got about halfway through, I couldn't see anything, I couldn't reach everywhere, and the thoughts of 'holy crap why did I do this to myself at a time that my doctor is going to start regularly looking at it, it probably looks like a badly balding man' went through my head and I felt really stupid. I told H about my attempts later and he couldn't stop laughing at me:

[wormgerm]

I use my husband's electric beard trimmer to trim my pubes. I put a little mirror on the toilet lid, angle it just right, make a huge mess, then sweep. Blow any evidence from the trimmer and it's good as new. He doesn't mind. No cuts for me either and it leaves enough length that it doesn't feel like stubble (the worst!)

Edited to overshare a little more