A not so serene Sunday

I have to preface this entire post by saying I normally wouldn't even post something like this but I told my friends who haven't had kids yet that I would be as brutally honest as possible throughout the process so... Here goes.

There are days (more than I like to admit) that I feel I deserve a bit more attention than I'm given. Today was one of those days.

I'll start by saying I quickly and open heartedly chalk this up to hormones and rarely do I actually say it out loud,

E was out of town this weekend at a beer festival (do you see where this is going already?) so I filled my calendar with brunch and shopping and girly errands on Saturday. I had an amazing day with a lovely friend and did some maternity, well, returning actually so I can't call it shopping. But whatever it was fun. I came home, decided to treat myself to a mani/pedi (did I mention all of my shopping was returns?!) and had a low key night at home.

The next day I struggle out of bed so tired even though I slept like 10 hours and walked the dog in the snow because my husband was out of town.

While on the walk I bust my ass on some well-hidden black ice (thank you fresh coating of snow) and fall right on my knee, dropping the dog leash. Here's where this gets fun. The dog hears the commotion and what does my faithful companion do? Gets spooked by the leash "following him" and runs into someone's yard, getting stuck around a tree and poops his pants. I witness all of this from on the ground and somewhere between laughing and crying.

I cleaned the poop off of his tail with some snow, get halfway home and he starts doing that dog paw thing where cold or salt are hurting their pads. Clearly I can't pick him up because I'm bleeding from the knee, so I hold his paw in my hand until it warms up and we head home.

Of course the first thing I do when I get home is take a picture of my injury. Duh.

Then I text E and lay down to ice myself. Boy am I glad I texted him because it prompted a forewarning of 'I'm in very rough shape and I fell on my hands last night.' Oy.

So not only am I pregnant and injured, but now I spend my entire day taking care of my hot mess of a husband after a beer festival. Cue the not feeling like I get enough attention...

At first, I felt really bad for him. He openly admitted he's not going to any of these again and that he was in rough shape. That I can support. And honestly, his hands are in pretty bad shape. It's the fall down drunk version of stigmata...

So I was ok playing nurse and being supportive, but when it came time or more dog walks and cooking dinner, I just got pissed. My 'situation' was 100% an accident, which is heightens by what my father refers to as my 'delicate condition' but his was 100% self inflicted (accidental or not) and I ended up having to dote on him!?!? Man was I pissed.

In his defense, he was more functioning than normal because of 'my condition' but I'm still super annoyed. Let's hope he heals fast because my fuse has been crazy short lately...