Thanksgiving drama

My parents came down to our house for Thanksgiving. We didn't want to go anywhere since I am 37 weeks pregnant. My dad went and picked up my brother in Harrisonburg, VA so he was here too.

My brother is a huge loser. Yeah, you might think I'm a total bitch for saying that, but it's true. Here is a kid with a ton of potential-- he's smart and very artistically talented, but he failed out of college his first semester and hasn't even attempted to go back. He's been living in H'burg mooching off of his friends, bouncing from job to job, having my parents pay his rent. Finally my mom cut him off in May, and of course he hates her for it. What could she do? She can't pay his rent forever. She had to put her foot down, and I don't blame her at all for it.

His girlfriend apparently broke up with him a couple of months ago because she was tired of him being a bum. I guess this has hit him pretty hard, but instead of using it as motivation to get better, he has gotten worse. Much worse. His hygiene has really gone downhill. Let's just say I was really glad I'm not in the first trimester, because he smelled so horrible it was hard to be around him even not being nauseated. And I was pretty grossed out the whole time he was here because I remain unconvinced that he actually ever washes his hands. So then the subject came up that he supposedly has a staph infection of some sort. I was a little concerned about this since I am pregnant and wasn't really sure if it was contagious or could be dangerous for the baby. I politely asked about it and he got this rude attitude with me, and pretty much didn't speak to me the rest of the time they were here.

It really sucks to love your brother because you have to, but not being able to like him. There is no way he and I can ever get along as long as he continues to be the way he is. He blames everyone but himself for his problems, and lashes out at anyone who has any constructive criticism for him. I hate seeing him waste his life away like he does, but nothing seems to get through to him. He can't keep any friends, and his girlfriend dumped him because she got tired of his way (and frankly, she's way too good for him anyway), and still he just doesn't get it. I feel bad for my parents because I know it hurts them to see their son turn out this way. We all keep hoping that one day he'll grow out of it, but he's been going down this path since he was in high school, and he's going to be 22 in February.

Anyway... I guess besides the drama with him, it was a nice Thanksgiving. Dinner was good, and it was crazy to think that this was our last Thanksgiving (and quite possibly our last holiday) without our little baby. I am full term today, and I can't wait to meet our sweet baby boy! But he can stay in there as long as he needs to, of course.