Just a bit of a rant really.
I am 30 weeks pg, but HUGE, people are horrified when I tell them I still have 10 weeks to go as I look ready to pop.
My back hurts and I am constantly knackered, which has been loads worse today due to the mugginess and the heat.
I had to go into town after DD finished school today, and was going to then take her to Pizza Hut at around 6pm before dropping her off with her father. I told DP that this was the plan, and asked if he wanted to come, and he said no because he hates Pizza Hut. Got to say, not my number one choice of eaterie either but this was about DD, not me.
So anyway, got back at about 7.30pm, feeling dead on my feet, I really did feel like I was going to fall into a heap due to lugging this bump around in the heat all day. While I had been gone DP had hoovered the whole house and tidied up, obviously much appreciated by me. The first thing DP said to me was 'I'm starving.' I said that as he well knew, I had already eaten. Brief and fairly pleasant conversation about other topics followed. Then he told me how starving he was again, and I said 'Look, my back is killing me and I can barely stand up, if you want something to eat then go and get something'. To which he replied 'You're such a twat'. Then stormed off and slammed the door to one of the living rooms and I haven't seen him since. I think his rationale is that because he had hoovered I should cook him dinner. Is he BU or am I?