Posted by MaryNazareth at 12.07, XXI-X-c.DCCLIV
AIBU?
I'm due to have my PFB which I know is going to be a boy. He wasn't planned by me but as soon as I was told, I absolutely knew it was what I wanted.
My fiance wasn't too happy about it when I told him, especially as it's not his baby, but after a few days where he was thinking about splitting up, somebody had a word with him (or he had a dream, I'm not too sure which version to believe, but it probably involved a pub at some point) and he's decided that rather than risk me getting into a load of trouble, we can make it work. He's a great guy, works hard as a chippie and always wants to do the right thing.
Anyhow, everything's going great, I look fantastic - people keep saying that I've got a glow about me, IYSWIM - until he came round the other evening and said we've got to go back home for some government census thing. Fine, it'll give me a chance to meet some of his family and things have been a little tense at home what with sharing with my sister and my parents giving us The Look because they say 'We clearly can't trust you two alone now, can we?'.
So I packed some stuff up and got on the donkey. Poor little thing, my bum is about the size of a Ziggurat right now, but he just kept plodding onwards on the dusty road like a bright, shining star.
Fast forward (or plod onwards) four days and we're in J's home village, along with half of Jerusalem, by the looks of it. And then he tells me that he didn't book anywhere in advance, so we've nowhere to go.
I'm hot, tired, have an unquenchable craving for Garum/fish custard and figs (not having apples, I know that one didn't end well) and then J's told me that he's sorted out somewhere for us to stay for however long we're here.
It's a stable. Well, an outhouse where there's cattle lowing all night, chickens, goats, that sort of thing. And I'm not sleeping too well because I've been having Braxton Hicks for the last eight hours, not painful but very tight, so I think it might not be long until I go into labour. There's not even a cot, but then he says 'There's a manger, if we line that with hay, it's crib sized'
AIBU for telling J exactly what I think of him right now? He said I had to come on this trip as I'm part of his household even though I still live at home, he's not booked a room or asked his uncle to put us up in time, so every part of his house is full with assorted Aunties and Uncles and Cousins, and now he's expecting me to have this baby in a literal stable.