Please help me out here or deal me some tough love. I really don't know which it is I am in need of in this situation.
Over the weekend, DH DS(2) and I have been struck down with a nasty chesty cough bug. We have all felt really crappy, the baby hasn't slept particularly well. I am 24 weeks pregnant and although I thankfully don't have any complications, I am finding it much tougher this time around physically, possibly because of the toddler to run around after.
My beef occurs in the context of a conversation DH and I had a while ago where as relatively new parents we were mulling over what happens when I get ill - as in, he has work, if I was physically incapacitated, who would look after the baby? His reply was 'I guess you just can't get ill really'.
He later took back these words, but not long after I was ill with something really nasty and although I begged him with tears in my eyes to take a sick day or day off to help, he wouldn't and it was a really, really hard day.
Aaanyway, this time around we were both ill. On Saturday morning we all got up together, I made the toddler breakfast and then asked whether I could go back to bed. He said yes, I went back to bed for about two hours and then we swapped.
On Sunday we all got up together, managed to drag ourselves out of the house for an hour or two as the toddler was housebound and spent the afternoon together at home taking it easy.
Yesterday, we had an event in the morning, came home and then DH said I 'didn't realize how bad he was feeling'. I let him go up to bed for the afternoon and took the baby to my parents so at least I could sit quietly while they played with him.
But this morning, he has called in sick from work and expects me to get up with the baby and look after him all day while he lazes in bed - because he is on a 'sick' day.
What is peeving me is...WHERE IS MY SICK DAY!? Where do I have to call in to get a day in bed when I really feel like I need a rest after looking after a 2 year old when I am sick?
I am trying make myself feel better (and avoid a long row) by telling myself women just get on with it because we are awesome and ultimately stronger than men (after voicing my feelings, which I certainly have this morning).
I am digging deep to try and find some compassion, maybe he really is sicker than me and it isn't a good idea to 'audit' someone's sickness down to the last hour in bed (even if said audit does reveal a gross inequity!).
But it's not working. I just feel pissed off and like it is one rule for him and one for me.
AIBU?