we're starting to plan colors and floors for the house. earth tones and lighter colors for the nursery. my husband decided to take me to Lowe's to show me all the cool things he found.

the next time I go to Lowe's, I'm going alone.

don't drag me through a store showing me what you like, and if I point out something different from your pretty little plan, pick at my honest opinions. no, I didn't marry a doormat, but you can't shove me into a house I didn't like in the first place, tell me I can do whatever I want with it, and then disagree and make comments like I'm 12, not 20. then get pissed when I finally tell you what you're doing and how much it's upsetting me.

I hate the idea of working on this house. I want to crawl into bed and stay there.

he is domineering at times (like when I don't agree with him) and every time I reason with why I know what I know, I get sneered at. Like taking Anatomy and Physiology in high school out of a pre-med book with the psychotic Mrs. Hampton: 'oh, you just took a couple of classes in high school'. this coming from a guy who thought edema was the freezing of lung tissue. now I could be true to my mother and tell you that shooting sand dunes in the asshole of the world for a couple of months doesn't qualify you for a role as infinitely knowing and wise, but I'm better than that, I love you and keep my mouth shut and walk away (run away, as you like to tell me) when you've pissed me off to no end.

you used to hero-worship me for knowing so much and being so capable and willing. and I obviously don't shine so crazily for you. thanks for reminding me.

on a lighter note, went to a baby shower today for a niece-in-law. I won two contests and defended my idea to wait for vaccination. it was okay. too much vagina for my taste, however. at least they didn't have teeth.