So.. about 2 months ago, maybe a little more, we took in MIL's dog (which is DH's dog) because she has some kid staying with her and the dog and the kid don't get along. Well, since then my asthma has been horrible. I do breathing treatments with a nebulizer MAYBE once a year and since the dog has been here I've done three. I suck down my albuterol inhaler in two weeks. I'm not "allergic" to dogs - I have two mini schnauzers, but it seems like dogs with his kind of fur (hes a lab) bother me, plus my dogs don't shed and DH's dog sheds EVERYWHERE. I can't do anything without seeing some piece of black hair. Plus, he's getting older so he's constantly using the bathroom on the couch or where ever he pleases. My dogs don't like him but they tolerate him.
Point is, I complained today twice because I'm sick and tired of not being able to breathe in my OWN HOUSE. I didn't say anything about his dog, although that's the ONLY thing that has changed around here that would make my asthma act up. I can only take so much medicine while being pregnant, one of my asthma meds is a no no (but it's expensive so I wasn't really taking it like I should anyway).. so I use Claritin but it's just not doing much. I'm constantly stuffed up and all I can think is as the pregnancy progresses it's going to get worse because they say it gets harder to breathe as it goes on.
DH got mad at me today for complaining. He says he's tired of hearing me say I can't breathe. Um, HELLO??? I CANT BREATHE. The other day I almost went to the hospital because I couldn't breathe even after a breathing treatment. I finally got better, but only after leaving the house. So anyway, he flipped out and said we'll give the dog to his uncle (the dog was only supposed to be here a week or so anyway).. and now he's all mad AT ME. Like I'm choosing to have a hard time breathing! I don't know how much was just talk, but I told him he's so dang stubborn. It's his way or no way and if he has to consider the "other" way, he gets all bent out of shape.
I don't want the dog here. But I don't want him to hate me because we had to get rid of his dog.
You think he'll get over it? I mean - I should think I'm more important than the dog... but... he sure did show his @ss tonight.