30 weeks and counting for the coming of the 4th penis.
Mr. HolyHalibut is in a snit over the little bundle of surprise.
Getting tired of hearing "I work two jobs...I'm tired...two jobs... blah blah blah." He works from 9am to 12am from tues to friday.
I'm not a SAHM because I work part time. I have three other little penises to take care of on my off days and after work. As much as I want to stay home and relax on my off days, I can't.
Another thing that's pissing me off is the reaction of other people when they hear that I am armed with the 4th penis. So fucking what? I'm not asking for help from anyone. I didn't announce anything about this pregnancy because it was none of your business. I'm not telling you to raise my child and pay for his care. Jesus H. Christ.
From the beginning the news of the coming of the 4th penis has been inundated with mixed reactions....more negative than positive. Mr. Holyhalibut deemed it his duty to physically assault me to induce home termination. I had to take 3rd penis out of the house and we ran away to my sis-in-law for the weekend. Or lest, I'd be on the bottom part of our staircase immobile.
After that weekend, sis-in-law talked to him about it and he eventually accepted the inevitable. But, all is not rainbows and sunshine...there is this underlying anxiety of him lashing out again.
The bottomline is that...I'm scared.
