I had many prophecies before I married, and after much thought, went through with it because I knew it was what God was calling me to do. I knew it would be a lot of work, but it was the right thing to do. I was so excited. We had a great relationship and thought long and hard before marrying.
I have been married for two months, and to my surprise, got pregnant shortly after the honeymoon.
Married life, well... it's about a joyful as kidney stones.
I haven't gotten a good night's sleep since my husband moved in, except the one night he slept on the couch. My husband wanted to have kids right away, but I wanted to get pregnant about as much as I wanted to get punched in the face. It's also a high-risk pregnancy and I'm scared that if I do miscarry, which is not unlikely, that I'm not going to know how to cope. I have so much guilt and all sorts of other mixed feelings surrounding my pregnancy that it's hard to make it through the day.
My husband has brought me little joy since we married. When he's not playing video games, he is complaining about his job. He is a lot more emotional than I am. Whenever something happens that stresses him out, he yells. Also, when he is stressed out, he is unable to help with anything, and he's very easily stressed. I work full time, and miss coming home to an empty, quiet, peaceful house, rather than one where I have to spend all my free time listening to someone who can't manage his emotions.
I feel like I'm nothing but an emotional dumping ground and a baby carrier.
It's stupid, but the biggest thing that's been bothering me is that my husband didn't do anything for my birthday. He put a down payment on a very expensive gift that we very obviously couldn't afford the day before my birthday while I ate dinner by myself. Then, he came home and complained about his job and how he couldn't afford this extremely costly gift for 3 hours. On my birthday, I ate leftovers for dinner by myself while he left to buy me a really generic card from the dollar store, and then came home and complained about his job and car the rest of the night. He did ask me if I wanted to go out to eat, but I'm pregnant, tired, and go to work early in the morning, and it's hard for me to wait until 10 o'clock at night to have dinner right now.
That was well over a week ago and I can't stop thinking about how he didn't celebrate my birthday. I don't want to say anything because I know how stupid it is.
I hate feeling like this. God has blessed me with a loving, faithful husband (and he is wonderfully loving and faithful, praise God) and now, a child. I try so hard to be thankful for it, but I can't get over how much I hate taking care of him and listening to him complain, and how much I don't want to take care of another human, nor listen to it cry and complain.
I know that God has called me to these things, and wants me to be content, not miserable. I am most thankful for my faith and how I know that things will work out with my family, because He has called me to it and will get me through it.
But I'm at a loss for how to get over these stupid, selfish feelings and start enjoying the life that God has called me to. All the dreams I gave up, this must be better for me than them, otherwise He wouldn't put me here. I try so hard not to think about how much better things were when I was alone. Instead, I try to remember the joyous years we spent together before we got married, and get excited about being a mother.
I have been married for two months, and to my surprise, got pregnant shortly after the honeymoon.
Married life, well... it's about a joyful as kidney stones.
I haven't gotten a good night's sleep since my husband moved in, except the one night he slept on the couch. My husband wanted to have kids right away, but I wanted to get pregnant about as much as I wanted to get punched in the face. It's also a high-risk pregnancy and I'm scared that if I do miscarry, which is not unlikely, that I'm not going to know how to cope. I have so much guilt and all sorts of other mixed feelings surrounding my pregnancy that it's hard to make it through the day.
My husband has brought me little joy since we married. When he's not playing video games, he is complaining about his job. He is a lot more emotional than I am. Whenever something happens that stresses him out, he yells. Also, when he is stressed out, he is unable to help with anything, and he's very easily stressed. I work full time, and miss coming home to an empty, quiet, peaceful house, rather than one where I have to spend all my free time listening to someone who can't manage his emotions.
I feel like I'm nothing but an emotional dumping ground and a baby carrier.
It's stupid, but the biggest thing that's been bothering me is that my husband didn't do anything for my birthday. He put a down payment on a very expensive gift that we very obviously couldn't afford the day before my birthday while I ate dinner by myself. Then, he came home and complained about his job and how he couldn't afford this extremely costly gift for 3 hours. On my birthday, I ate leftovers for dinner by myself while he left to buy me a really generic card from the dollar store, and then came home and complained about his job and car the rest of the night. He did ask me if I wanted to go out to eat, but I'm pregnant, tired, and go to work early in the morning, and it's hard for me to wait until 10 o'clock at night to have dinner right now.
That was well over a week ago and I can't stop thinking about how he didn't celebrate my birthday. I don't want to say anything because I know how stupid it is.
I hate feeling like this. God has blessed me with a loving, faithful husband (and he is wonderfully loving and faithful, praise God) and now, a child. I try so hard to be thankful for it, but I can't get over how much I hate taking care of him and listening to him complain, and how much I don't want to take care of another human, nor listen to it cry and complain.
I know that God has called me to these things, and wants me to be content, not miserable. I am most thankful for my faith and how I know that things will work out with my family, because He has called me to it and will get me through it.
But I'm at a loss for how to get over these stupid, selfish feelings and start enjoying the life that God has called me to. All the dreams I gave up, this must be better for me than them, otherwise He wouldn't put me here. I try so hard not to think about how much better things were when I was alone. Instead, I try to remember the joyous years we spent together before we got married, and get excited about being a mother.