God I am having a crappy day. DH decides to get pissed last night, despite me asking him not to (he has no impulse control and cannot stop at one or two - it's shit faced, or nothing). This means he sleeps in the spare room, as he REEKS, which means I have to have the bedroom door closed to keep the smell out (it's properly barf-inducing), so I don't sleep well.
I still have no bump, nor any movements, and since I didn't hear the heartbeat at 16wks, I'm becoming totally convinced something is wrong - why do I not look or feel pregnant at ALL? I know this is probably, maybe, just hormones, but I really feel worried. It's 13 days to my scan, so I know I just have to wait it out.
Today at work, I have two archive visitors in, which means the first two hours of the day spent on hands and knees in the dusty dirty archive room, pulling massively heavy boxes off shelves to look for stuff. None of my colleagues seems to give a shit that I'm hot, sweaty, dirty and have been hauling crap around all morning, whilst they sit at their desks and sip their fucking lattes. I haven't had any kind of risk assessment yet, as we don't have a H&S person, and we definitely don't have an HR department (there' 4 of us in total!), so I don't know who else to try - my boss is in the middle of moving house, so is basically ignoring everything else, then is off on holiday in a week's time, for two and a half weeks.
Last night, the film people were an hour and a half late leaving, and both my colleagues went home, leaving me here alone to deal with them - I didn't get home until 9pm, and we aren't paid overtime (I should finish at 5.30). I'm ready to cry or walk out, frankly.
Basically, I just need a grip, a hug or to be told to woman up. Sorry to whine, lovelies.