He really did this

So I recently posted about how great Adrian is and all the wonderful things he has been doing while I am prego. That all came to a screeching halt recently. Now call me moody and hormonal (do it and I am likely to bite your head off but that is not the point), but is making your pregnant wife walk uphill in 20 degree weather in high heels appropriate to save $6 in parking fees? I think not. (He will say that it was only a couple of blocks, which is so not the point here Adrian.) And he had the nerve to call me "high maintenance and demanding" for wanting to valet. Imagine how happy I was that night with Adrian. The next day he told me all about how I needed to work out more, which if you read my previous post, did not do anything to help my fragile self-esteem. (And again he tries to say that he used "we" but, unfortunately, the first time he said "you," as in me.)

I have the option of overlooking this behavior but I just cannot do it. I should probably be the bigger person and write it off as typical Adrian behavior but not gonna' happen. It's probably the fact that my body feels taken over by an alien, tends to have aches and pains that are not normal, and will have to eventually give birth. And what would Adrian say to this..."You wanted to be pregnant." Yes, I wanted to be pregnant, I wanted to have a baby, his baby, but I also somehow thought I would get the husband of my first trimester and not the mean husband of my second. Its like Gloria Steinam said, if men had guests like Aunt Flo, Tampax would be government owned and given out free. (I paraphrase but its so true.)

I guess I have Adrian bashed enough (or not, depending on how well you know him). I am going to probably remind Adrian of this parking incident forever, so I suppose that is punishment enough. Its right up there with the story about one of the first times I met him, he called me "chubby" to my face. Some things never change, pregnant or not.