This whole thing is so unfair

As good as B has been to me so far during my pregnancy, I can't help but be a little (ok, ragingly) pissed off that his life has changed so little since February 16, and mine has changed so drastically. I have had to give up every single one of my little pleasures (baths, wine, massages, not looking fat, Diet Coke...oh, how I miss my Diet Coke), my waistline, control over my body, and my general sense of health and well-being. He hasn't had to give up a single damn thing. Case in point, he just got home from spending some time with friends, and my supersonic sense of smell tells me he had some beers. Now, I don't have a problem with beer drinking in and of itself. However, I have told him numerous times that the smell of alcohol makes me want to vomit right now, and I've asked him to not drink if he's going to be within a 10 foot radius of me soon after. But it doesn't seem to matter. He does it anyway. Inconsiderate jerk. The only thing he's had to deal with is me being more tired, more moody, and lazier than I was 3 months ago. At least I don't make him want to throw up just by being in the same room. PLUS, he's getting the added bonus of my newly ginormous boobs! This pregnancy is nothing but win-win for him, while I get stuck with all the shitty parts.

I am just so pissed at the unfairness of the situation. He's half the reason this stupid baby exists. He should have to deal with half of the nastiness. I just want to punch him in the head and tell him to knock it off. Get some sympathetic morning sickness or something, asshole. It would make me feel better. So would drinking an ice cold Diet Coke.