NC'd as this is just a bit of a rant.
Currently having a miserable twin pregnancy. I was sat in the living room just now feeling a bit miserable when the door went. I am in NO fit (physical or mental) state to be around people. Despite it chucking it down today I have been having hot flushes and sweating my tits off. I've basically been waiting the entire day for my nausea to pass in order for me to have a shower and wash my greasy hair. I feel horrendous and look worse.
Dh answered the door and I closed the living room door to stop the dog getting out/avoid human interaction. 5 mins later Dh calls me out into the hallway to talk this handyman his dad had sent over. I'm sat in a stained white t-shirt (ate soup for dinner) that is completely see through to the point you can see my (currently) massive/dark nipples.
I try to make excuses but fucking dh is insistent I have a chat. I was dying on the inside standing there. Handyman was decent looking and the hallway was a bombsite which doesn't help. I'm normally obsessive with being presentable and it is so fucking typical of dh to not pick up on any of my signals. He thought he was doing me a favour by asking for my opinion. I'm just fuming that dh did this to me, he knows I'm not feeling great today.
I know it's my fault for not taking caring of myself but this has to be the worst day of my pregnancy (symptoms wise) so far.
AIBU?