Rantings of a pregnant lady

A week ago, Nick approached me about the possibility he would have to work out of town this week. After much discussion, I finally consented, thinking that it was just one day and he'd be home that night. At a 3 hour drive, I was uncomfortable with him leaving, but figured I'd manage for one day.

Much to my dismay, I found out today that my assumptions were clearly wrong. He has been scheduled to work out of town for 4 days and 3 nights.

I'm trying really hard not to be angry about it. I'm trying really hard not to think about how tired I've been the past couple weeks and how much I have relied on him to help with caring for Ethan every evening.

I'm trying really hard, but I'm not getting anywere.