So...

Yeah. I am very close on the verge to melting down. I am doing way too much, I am doing it by myself. I don't have enough time for it all. (I don't even get to sleep tonight, but I need this minute to rant, and hopefully I'll feel better for it.)

I am not getting the help or support I need. BabyDaddy is not the most supportive man in the world, as much as I care for him. Grr. He gets sick, I run him over hot, homemade soup. I, carrying his spawn, would like a steak, which I don't know how to cook well. Will he come help me? No. I get told "Cook it your damn self. Use the broiler." (FYI: I have an electric stove. There is no broiler.) He gets sick again (WHY is he getting all the attention while I am the pregnant one?!) So I go to the store, buy him cold medicine and tea, and myriad things to make him feel better because he is too lazy to take care of himself, and drive it across town to him! I take an hour that I should, by all rights, be studying, and devote it to him. So can he spend time with me? No. It would inconvenience him. Should I be worried?

And on that note, I am not one to usually cave to petty female jealousy and insecurity. But WTF is up with all the little girls that post him on his facebook, and that he writes to? All of his friends are girls...and they are all darn cute too. Meanwhile, I am growing larger by the day, feeling completely unwanted and unattractive to boot. What's a girl to do? I mean, he has to be around for Baby, and he knows it. But if he isn't meeting my needs as well...?

Plus, here's the latest rundown. 9 classes, a week behind in each. Over a dozen freaking projects. On my own. I need help people. I need help. I can't do it all alone.......