The title sounds more sad than I am...I'm more just annoyed, exasperated, at my wits end....but also really doubting myself. I don't know if I feel like this because it's actually justified, or because I'm a crazy pregnant lady, or because I'm some sort of spoiled princess with expectations that are far too high, or what. But I guess this is what MN is for...no doubt people will put me in the picture.
As the title says, I'm 39w pregnant with baby No.2. I've been on mat leave for a while but I'm desperately trying to get through a bunch of postgrad coursework before baby comes. If no.1 was anything to go by, I'll barely be a functioning human until they're 6-8w old.
My issue is this: the whole way through my pregnancy, I'm not sure my husband has really registered it. He's a great dad, really brilliant. Can't fault him in that. But w/r to his attitude towards me, I don't think he's really seen any reason it might alter anything I'm able to do/ how he behaves towards me.
During my first pregnancy, I was self-employed, and so was able to scale up my work and save up a pot with enough money to fund my mat leave. This time round, I'm an employee, earning less, plus paying uni fees, and so he's the one who's been taking on more overtime at work etc to try and save up some money. Which he has done, but it's not been without its sacrifices - he's had to travel away for work several times, leaving me with a toddler, he works long days so it essentially feels like single-parenting as DC1 is up after he leaves and in bed by the time he's back....just lots of ways that it hasn't been easy, but ultimately it was for us, and I was happy to pick up the slack at home.
While I've needed to focus on this coursework, though, I don't necessarily have the hours to spend on the chores or the grocery shopping or whatever it is, I just do it as I'm going around the house, little by little. And the place has just gotten messy..messier than it would if it didn't just rely on 1 person. He is at work, comes home, sits in the driveway on his phone for about 30 mins before coming in the house, pulls all his Tupperware or whatever out his bag, leaves it on the counter, asks if there's anything he can take for lunch the next day, if I've made dinner he'll eat some of that but if I've just got DC1 down and haven't had time to think about it, he'll just go upstairs to sit on his phone in bed (he'll probably have had some sort of snack on the way home from work anyway)....and then that's me. Left downstairs to talk to myself, make something to eat, maybe attempt a bit of coursework now that the DC1 is asleep, but tbh by 8pm after a bedtime battle I'm usually pretty spent myself. A couple of weeks ago he came home while DC1 was having a bath. He knows you need to crouch down and lean over to do it, lift her out...and just walked past the bathroom door and sat in the bedroom. Didn't help, or join in. Left me to it. There will likely be a load of washing that needs hung up, or put away, or a dishwasher that needs emptied/ stacked....something that needs done. But he doesn't do it. Doesn't even seem to see any of it. That's not to mention just general conversation....like, me? I don't get why he doesn't want to even speak to me, if not help me?
I've just had to spend the whole weekend at my parents' house (hours of driving) to get away from the housework and focus solely on the coursework. He was off all weekend, but I just knew he'd not be on top of it, and then I would have to load the dishwasher while making a cup of tea, or hang a load of washing up because it had sat in the machine for 2 days, or stop to cook dinner, or something. And I just couldn't take it. So, on Saturday morning, I left him with DC1 and went. It was heartbreaking being away from her, and I couldn't shake the feeling of me and DH not being a team anymore. Who, honestly, would rather see their heavily pregnant wife drive hours away, rather than just keep on top of the housework? Or make dinner for her every now and again? Or give her peace while she works?
To make matters worse, I got back today and discovered he'd started vaping again, after months being off it. He stopped because it had made him ill with a stomach ulcer (right around the time I fell pregnant), and its taken months and a referral to gastro to get it healed. Needless to say he was more preoccupied with his abdominal goings-on than mine. He'd spent about an hour in the bathroom this evening, and when the door opened this fruity sort of smell followed him. I asked him, he denied it, I told him I could smell it and he said he had, with an insinuation he's stressed out by being left to deal with the housework for 48h. I just don't know what to even do with that. Vaping in the bathroom like some sort of teenager. I've moved into the spare room as of tonight, because I feel alone and being around him with this sort of nothingness between us just makes me upset. I'm facing childbirth in the next couple of weeks, and I don't even know if I want him there now, while I'm in pain/ scared. I'm just tired of this all now, there's no excitement, or anticipation. Dread, if anything. I now don't like the feeling of needing to ask him for access to the money he's saved up for my mat leave, so I've transferred the big direct debits to him to deal with, and am considering doing a bit of self-employed work after about 6w/ whenever I feel physically able, when my 90% mat pay runs out, to pay for what I can.
So, AIBU? Am I reading too much into this/ expecting too much attention for a 2nd pregnancy/ not appreciating what he's doing re work/ just being a neurotic bitch? Or are DH's supposed to at least acknowledge that you're pregnant? Offer to do a bit more, lift things, do the chores that make you bend over, try and keep a tidy kitchen tidy....ask about your day? Talk to you a bit when they get home from work? I just don't know what I even think or feel anymore. I just know that I don't feel like I have a partner. I sometimes wonder if I'm so insufferable, that he just can't bear to be around me or something. He tends to snap at me if I do ask him to do anything, or tell me he was going to do it anyway. I don't want to be a nag...but I do, literally, need help sometimes.
Thank you if you managed to read through all of that. It was unexpectedly long, sorry!