I don’t know the point of this other than to let it out, I’m just having a really shitty week. Have name changed but it’s pretty outing if you know me.
Have just come out of hospital with pregnancy complications, on modified bed rest orders (pretty hard with other dc at home!). To add to this it’s been both my birthday and anniversary of my mums death. So all in all it’s been quite a week. I’m literally a ticking time bomb to have my baby prematurely any day now at less 32 weeks.
My husband has been shit, shitter than shit. He’s not lifted a finger around the house, cooked a single meal, done a single bed or bath time, got anything ready for school/lunches. And tonight I’ve just broken down, I’m in so much pain I fed the kids early and gave them popcorn for a sofa movie night so I could rest, and when he walked in from work the first thing he said was “what is happening about dinner”. He’s since gone upstairs 3 times walking past the clean bedsheets that need to go up to go on our bed tonight and is now sleeping on the DCs floor. I just can’t do it. I don’t know what to do. He’s never normally like this and is great at proactively sharing the load but I’ve literally begged and pleaded with him to help me and he just isn’t. He has a work course in 2 weeks he probably won’t be able to go on due to impending baby and it will mean a change in his role u til he can go on the next course and it’s made him really grumpy but I’m worried about our baby surviving and he’s worried about a course.
I just needed to sob it all out I think