Well, that went well...
I did (just) tell him what my expectations were.
OK he took DC2 out when he got home after lunch and he did (initially) apologise for being really grumpy and useless for the 2 proceeding days, then when he got back from taking dc2 out (I got the bag ready, the duck bread ready, the clothes changed and everything but the shoes on while he waited for me to do it) the twonk fell asleep on the sofa while 'supervising' a 3 yo,WHO HAS LEGO.
Of course, then I come into a scene of devestation and as soon as I start crawling around on the carpet (no mean feat with this amount of bump and the crap nights sleep I had last night - pg symptoms) he finally manages to raise himself. Then I cooked the dinner and had to still supervise dc2 - trying to (foolishly) keep the lego contained to a large tray, whilst Mr Twonk rested himsalf as he is soooo exhausted.
Now, as he managed to get the dinner out of the oven and actually feed the dcs - how difficult, that nearly caused a row 'WHAT am I supposed to feed them...' - I have tried to speak to him, without shouting as I am so flamming tired and quite hormonal today, plus NOW I am pissed off as I had anticipated from him being nice when he first got back, that I would actually get a proper break and I have still had to run around after the dcs, even tho I TOLD him about my crappy nights sleep (ok - that's no-ones fault)
All I got back was a load of 'I'm not a mind reader - you should have TOLD me to do the dinner etc - I've been Mr flamming wonderful as I took DC2 out (for a couple of hours) I'm bloody marvellous and you are just PUNISHING ME FOR GOING OUT - you bitch....' 'You are just getting ready to be a complete bitch after this baby is born, like the last one etc etc' and all else that goes along with it.
HE wonders why I don't want him to be my labour partner
I wonder why I put up with his twonkishness - he's such a different person from the one I married (I think)
I just cannot believe he is either so stupid, or insensative, or just plain doesn't give a shite and thinks it's all just fine to expect me to keep going and going and going, so he can relax.
It's embarrassing - my eldest helps me out more than he does as they actually do the things I need and don't make a fucking mess everywhere if they do do something and don't make a song and dance about it, they just (generally0 do it and help out - he's supervising the bath of dc2 now and I'll have to clear up the bathroom - mop the water up, sort the clothes and towels out, put everything away and the sod thinks he's doing me some kind of heroic favour.
Well I think I've been shouted at enough this evening, and done enough shouting back...
He says he's reasonable as he doesn't force me to work FT anymore (BIG issue for him that he's the sole breadwinner)
I tried to get him to listen and it just causes a row and him to do the whole 'you are punishing me for going away' paranoid trip. I just don't know what tyo do anymore. I know I shouldn't have had another baby with him and should really have cut my losses, but I so didn't want both my children growing up as onlies - as there's a BIG age gap.
Now everythings all my fault and he's just going to be a complete shit.