I was also pretty sure about ovulation and figured out my due date was a whole 6 days after theirs.
I was pretty surprised when H turned up 2 hours after their due date, waters having gone a full 7 days before 'my' date.
Meanwhile, I'm feeling a bit guilty. DP was huffing and puffing and sighing that he felt 'a bit' rubbish. When he curled up on the sofa in a foetal position and said he might go to bed at 9, I might have snapped that it must be lovely to be able to go to bed early when you feel a bit unwell. His dramatics were really pissing me off as every time I get a bit of mastitis, I get zero sympathy.
Anyway. Half an hour later I heard him stagger to the loo and be violently sick. Was still feeding H so couldn't do much. By the time that he'd gone to sleep, DP had been in and out of the loo 3 times with traffic exiting both slip roads... he is green.
Feel pretty guilty for assuming his dramatics were just man flu.
Am terrified of catching a bug - or worse still that H catches one - so am weighing up whether or not I moveto the spare room. DP thinks that the culprit may well be a chicken tandoori flatbread he had at lunch.
I'm inclined to agree, but don't want to put H at risk!
Then if I do upsticks with no reason I'd feel bad for abandoning DP.