By 2 months exactly. I know I'm pregnant. There's no need to test. But I don't want to be. I don't think I can handle having 3 kids under 4 running around. My husband is going to freak! Not in the
"Oh babe, that's amazing news! Let's plan the nursary right now!" kind of way. More like in the "Um, no you aren't. I rebuke it in the name of Mary, Moses, Cain, Abel, Jesus, Joseph, Adam and Eve" type of way.
I want my baby, but I don't want to put my family on an even MORE financial strain then we're already dealing with. I don't want to add more stress onto my husband. I KNOW he can't handle another baby right now. He doesn't want to. Troi is enough. I know it's all my fault. I haven't been taking my birth control like I'm supposed to. I've skipped days, hell sometimes weeks. No use crying over spilled milk right?
I should tell him. But I don't want to. He's going to shake me for sure. Anyone wanna volunteer to tell him for me? I'll pay you whatever you want. Any takers? JK(not really)!
What would you ladies do in this situation?
I tested (positive of course) and I told him wednesday night. I'm a coward so I did it while holding the sleeping baby to avoid him shaking me. The first words out of his mouth were "But you aren't keeping it right?" I avoided that question like the plague. After so many times of him asking and me not giving direct answers, he left. I didn't hear from him for the entire day. I know he made it to work this morning because I called his job. I know he's at his grandmother's because his brother just sent me a text saying that DH is spinning, lining up the living room furniture and humming. I asked my BIL to ask DH if he was coming home. He told me DH's answer was "No. Never." I ended up calling. The conversation went like this:
Me: Are you coming home?
Him: No. Never.
Me: Why not?
Him: I can't come home. I can't do it. Not yet. Not Now. My head, my head. No. Never.
Me: But I need you. Come home. I'll fix your head.
Him: I need you too, Punk. But no, never. Not today. Later. A lot later.
Me: When? Just give me a day. Please?
Him: Two days.
Me: Half a day? I'll see you in half a day.
Him: You're trying to trick me, Punk. It won't work. I'm autistic, not stupid. Half a day is too soon. Two days. Sunday. On Sunday. Sunday, Sunday, Sunday. Two days, on sunday.
Me: I love you. Stop spinning in your grandmother's living room before you break something.Your head will feel a lot better. Lie down and go to sleep.
Him: NO! NEVER!
He hung up on me after that. I've decided I'm giving him til my doctor's appointment to come around. If not, I'll proceed from there.
To the ladies with Neurotypical husbands, consider yourselves damn lucky! I really can't complain because this is the man I've chosen, but sometimes I wish...