Waiting Sucks

So I'm 1 centimeter dilated and 60% effaced. Even if you know what the means, you know that it doesn't really mean anything in regards to how soon I will be in active labor. I could walk around for weeks far more dilated than I was at my appointment this morning. So it's all one big waiting game. It's up to Anya what happens and when at this point.

Ryan and I are fighting about some similar stuff again. I don't know where it came from, but he is so resentful and angry about everything I have or haven't done regarding this deployment. And I have been a faithful, devoted, and thoughtful wife. I don't know what his problem is, but we're about to have a much bigger one if he doesn't pull his head out of his ass and be the man I married instead of the tantrum throwing little boy he's decided to be lately. I'm done being so upset about such stupid stuff because he can't grow up. I just hope he can see what his selfishness is doing to us and sincerely wants to put the effort into fixing this with me before there's nothing left of us to fix. Wish me luck in getting through to him about how ridiculous he's being. I need it more than I thought apparently. And I won't talk to him until Sunday again at the earliest most likely so I have a lot of stress over it to deal with in the meantime. Just what I needed in my ninth month of pregnancy. I feel oh so loved and appreciated right now. [/sarcasm]

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