Yeah, not even a stealth boast but a big, out there, in your face boast.
Currently 36 weeks pregnant and grumpy, uncomfortable, unreasonable and miserable aa hell.
He took DS out to return some tools he'd borrowed and came home with two huge bunches of beautiful flowers and a card saying "Thank you, just a note to let you know you are a fantastic mummy, we love you very much."
Then he made me dinner.
And no, he hasn't cheated, he isn't expecting sex and he hasn't gambled away our life savings.
I'm a very lucky LadyFlumpalot.