Week 4 – Day 6

Had a fight with Dave about drinking, or about him drinking whiskey at home. Or… I don’t know… He was out on Wednesday with the football guys (which is fine), and on Friday he was out with Fenna (which is also fine). And both evenings I was in bed when he got back, and I guess I felt like I didn’t want this to become a thing… Or rather it’s that I feel like I’m missing out cause I’m so sleepy all the time, and I haven’t figured out how to go out and have fun and socialise and not drink (pathetic, bordering on alcoholic right?) without revealing that I’m preggo.

I know I totally overreacted, but is it too much to expect some solidarity when we’re just home together , the two of us? On the other hand he’s been over the top amazing this week.

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