Couple of months later
"Can you hurry up! You are so damn slow!" William yelled from downstairs. I'm currently walking down the stairs which is difficult since my belly is very big and I can't see my feet or the steps and I'm in a ridiculous bodycon dress that goes to my knees. The dress is too tight. Instead of helping my dear husband is standing downstairs yelling at me to go faster. This pregnancy has been exceptional hard. William has gone out of his way to make sure of it. He doesn't believe in food aversions. He believes that I'm just being difficult. He makes me eat the food that makes me sick not caring that I puke it all out afterwards. Well he did care, he cared that I was wasting food. Then he started ordering the cook to only make food that I was struggling with. Which was bas
