My most read and commented on post
from tiredofbeingpregnant.com is “I’m Pregnant and Hate my Husband.” I wrote that post on August 3, 2011,
NEARLY A YEAR AGO! I have full on
been a nasty mean beast to my husband for nearly a year now. I really do feel
bad for my him. Before
getting pregnant I loved my man so much, we were newlyweds for cripes sake! I get knocked up and go crazy hormonal
lioness on his ass.
Did he deserve it? When I was still
pregnant I would have told you he absolutely deserved it. Simple, when I got pregnant,
he got annoying! When I say
annoying I mean he got to eat what ever he wanted, wear normal pants, sleep on
his belly and breathe in and out of his nose 24/7. For someone who couldn’t do any of those things…that’s
freaking annoying!
By week 36 I would rip his head of, and then apologize for my psychosis in the very next breath. I kept promising that once I delivered
sweet Oliver, I would be his sweet wife again. HA! That lie
became the effing laugh of the decade, for me only of course. After delivering
Oliver my marriage suffered twice as bad as when I was pregnant.
I yelled at my husband regularly,
told him I hated him and even threw the divorce word out there a few
times. The first two months of
parenting were complete hell on our relationship. I blame the extreme pressure and stress of being new
parents, the extreme lack of sleep and of course my still raging hormones.
The only positive to this is that
the last four months have been such a learning experience and time of growth
for our marriage. I look back and
sigh and shake my head. What a
crazy rollercoaster ride my marriage has been on. The only solace I found was
talking with other couples that promised the fighting was actually normal. Most all of them said they went
through similar issues and growing pains.
Thankfully I can finally
say 4 ½ months into my son’s life, his mommy and daddy have emerged from the
haze and craze of being new parents very much in love. Somehow, what seems like
over night, a beautiful peace and calm has emerged in my house. My husband and I are kind, considerate,
loving and affectionate. We have settled well into parenting and respecting
each other’s methods and ideas for raising our son. We are sharing the duties and sleeping much better. We are
finally co parenting respectfully. Thank God! I think we have finally made it
to the end of the constant bickering and angst! It is a blessing and beautiful thing.
A note from me to the person
reading this completely relating and praying for the same outcome: I know it’s hard and painful to
constantly be fighting with the person you love. I understand how scary it is
thinking about raising your child in a broken home. You have two choices, fight or flight. As much as I wanted to choose flight in
my sleepless hormone induced rage, my son was worth every bit of the
fight. I stuck it out, my husband
and I worked it out. Finally nearly 5 months into parenting, we have found the
happy common ground and the passion in our marriage. You can get there
too. Becoming new parents is so
scary at first, but once you both get the hang of it there is such a sense of
accomplishment, and a new respect for each other will blossom. Wait for that, and bask in the happiness
and cohesiveness of your new family.
Now, to end on a funny note...
