He is a man after all…

I love my fiance. I t-totally love that man.  But sometimes he just doesn’t get it.

This pregnancy is something brand new to him. And it doesn’t help that he’s had to go back to working on the road right at the beginning of it.

He’s used to me the way I was last year. I am totally a night owl. I’d rather stay up late than get up early any day of the week. But now that I am growing a human being, I can barely keep my eyes open past 8pm. He goes out with the people he works with. (And he should. He shoudn’t just sit around the hotel room and do nothing just because it’s what I do at home. But it is what I do.) I don’t have friends here, so I sit at home wand wait for him to call. (pathetic, I know) But I wait up until I’m to the point of exhaustion. Last night it was 11:30 before he called. I had gone to bed at 11, I couldn’t wait anymore, I had already slept on the couch for 45 minutes at that point.

And he got upset when I didn’t answer the phone.

So we texted back and forth for a few minutes. Then I did call him back. He said that I didn’t know how hard it was for him to be so far away right now. I told him he didn’t know how hard it was for me to be here right now. I don’t really remember what all was said. But I told him that things were going to be very different now. I’m still the same person, but I have to do things differently. I think he understood.

This year is going to be hard. (But bonus: he may not have to go to New Hampshire now! *fingers crossed*) And this will be the last year of his traveling. We can do it.