Another emotional pregnancy post.
These seem to be the only things I post these days, feel free to not read. I just need to get it out and this is the only place I can vent where I know I won’t make the people I love feel bad about having fun without me. That’s the last thing I want to happen.
The Foo Fighters are in town tonight. One of my favorite bands that I’ve been dying to see for years, but whenever they’ve been around I’ve always been too broke to go. Not this time. I can 100% afford to go!
As I’ve said in the past I’ve been very sick throughout this pregnancy and lately I’ve been in so much pain I can hardly walk. There’s no possible way for me to go because of this.
My husband and two best friends are going. I keep getting asked “are you sure you don’t want to go?” and I just have to walk away and cry somewhere out of sight. Of course I want to fucking go. I’d give anything to go. I’m fucking 26 weeks pregnant and all I want is to enjoy myself for one fucking night, but instead I’ll be here in bed. Probably crying myself to sleep when the stupid low quality snapchats start to flood in from them having the time of their lives.
I really do hope they have a great time. I know they will. I’m not mad at them for going without me. Not in the slightest. I’m just incredibly disappointed that I can’t be there with them. Trying to hold back tears when they’re talking about the concert in front of me has been really difficult. I’ve never been this emotional, but hormones are a bitch. I don’t want them to see or know how upset I am. I don’t want to ruin their good time. I especially don’t want my husband to know how upset I am. He wouldn’t go if he knew. I told him to go from the beginning. There’s no point in staying here with me doing nothing when he could be there having fun.
I dunno. I’m just really upset and I know when they’re gone I’m gonna completely break down.