It's DPs first day in a new job. I'm job hunting too (recently relocated) but I'm also 22 weeks pregnant and, frankly, knackered. I'm out of first trimester grimness, but still get days when I feel like someone pulled the plug out.
DP is spending all day working his guts out at a new, pretty physical, job - earning money for us and our soon to be little one. I've done some dishes, applied for a couple of jobs online (spoke to a recruitment consultant, one looks promising) and did some general life admin. We've just moved house an I have tons of jobs I could do. Not least planting out four massive buckets of plants I made him dig up and transport from our old garden. Things that the permanently active DP would no doubt love to be doing rather than being at work.
But on this first day with the house to myself, an achy bump and the lure of Corrie catch up, I want to do F-all and lay on the sofa for a bit.
Am I being a total cow??!