I am heavily pregnant (due in 2 weeks). We have had quite a bit to do to get ready for the baby's arrival.
We bought some flat pack furniture over a month ago that has just been cluttering the place up. The plan was to get it all sorted today along with various other jobs. This would also mean getting rid of all his bloody tools that have just sat in the living room for weeks on end.
I got up this morning to find that he had left cups, a plate and various other detritus including his shoes and socks strewn all over the living room. He had also left crumbs all over the kitchen counters and a frying pan he had used on Friday was still sitting there waiting to be washed. I cleaned everywhere Friday ( we were out yesterday until early evening) and was frankly pissed off that he had left this much mess.
So when he got up I wasn't in the best of moods which he picked up on. We discussed how much there was to be done and then he went to the loo. He sat in there on his phone for half a bloody hour! He got a strop on that I stood outside and asked him what he was doing and that we had stuff to be getting on with.
I had started taking a flat pack wardrobe out of the box which he wasn't happy about as apparently I should have waited for him. I admit I snapped at him that someone had to do it while he arsed around. He then decided that I was being so rude that he wasn't going a thing and so made himself breakfast and watched tv for several hours.
Completely by myself I built a flat pack wardrobe, moved the old wardrobe out, sorted out all of the baby's things, did two loads if washing and various other jobs. DH decides to come out of his strop by mid afternoon and puts a shelf up. He then starts building a shoe cabinet which is so taxing he gets annoyed and leaves it before finishing it. I struggle alone to put the heavy drawers in and put handles on etc.
DH then has the audacity to moan that he is exhausted and hungry and has had an awful day. It is almost 7pm by this stage, I have not stopped all day and have not eaten a thing. So I wasn't exactly sympathetic and just ignored his moaning. We finally ate and he has just laid on the sofa moaning about how shattered he is and that he has to go to work tomorrow . I have come to bed as I can't bear to be around him. I want to tell him he is being a lazy pathetic arse. I am 8.5 months pregnant and have done do much more than him today, have hurt my back moving furniture and am not interested in his whinging.
Grrrrrr. Am finding being this pregnant tough, especially in this heat and am feeling very easily irritated so am quite prepared to be told I'm unreasonable.