So today was my first day with Rufus alone. The first hour he farted about 10 times and by three hours I was in the bathroom with my head in the toilet. We're counting down about 45 minutes until Bryan gets home and its all I can do not to throw the thing out into the snow. He has jumped onto my bed and is now curled up in my nice comforter, farting, and he growls at me when I try to get near him. Great.
I feel so bad for Bryan. He was living in a duplex with a roommate and his dad ending up losing everything he had and moved in with him, sleeping on the coach. His dad attended the same community college as me but instead of working he relied on his student loans to support him.
Now he has flunked out of school, has no job, and the lease is up at that place. So instead of him taking the dog which would of been better since I am pregnant and cannot stand any smells right now, we have to take Rufus.
I have severe morning sickness and haven't been able to work because of it in months. So Bryan works ten hour shifts, gives all his money to put in my gas tank and buy me groceries and there's really not much else after that because we're so fucking poor. The best I could for us was concentrate on school and I did manage to get all As my entire pregnancy. I only got 5 bs the entire time I was in the 2 year program.
Anyway...when I suggested we give Rufus over to a pound or rescue Bryan just lost it. The poor guy never asks for shit, waits on me hand and foot and does anything I ask him. He didn't even say no about giving Rufus up....he just got all quiet and sad. He went to work that day and texted me "I'm such a piece of shit", as if his father not getting shit together and my pregnancy nose is his fault at all. Made me so sad I agreed to let Rufus come live with us.
And now I regret it. Never mind all the other pregnancy symptoms..the swelling, the aches, the constant constipation, the peeing every five seconds, peeing my pants every couple of days....I can deal with that. But being sick all the time is so fucking hard I can't hardly take. And here I am gagging on the air in my room because this dog is apparently allergic to...I dunno food in general?
I don't know how Bryan got attached to this dog in the first place. I love all dogs and this one after two baths this week smells like a fresh pile of shit. I really can't do this.
I just hate being pregnant. Tomorrow I will be 7 months and I'm so tired of it creeping by. I can't wait to get him out of me and have this sickness shit be over with. I'm so fucking tired of people asking me how I feel. I'm fucking throwing up 10-15 times a day. How the fuck do you think I feel? And then people offer their little remedies. Trust me, bitch. I've tried it.
I'm just miserable. This dog has got to go.
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