Need to moan. I'm 34 weeks, baby is breech and I'm uncomfortable, scared about having a c-section etc. Can't stop crying. Feel like Dh isn't interested at all in me or how I feel.
He missed the royal wedding on Friday because he was out playing golf - I looked after DD(5) all day. Then he's gone out playing cricket today and will no doubt rock up drunk again at midnight. I thought bank holidays were meant to be family times.
I'm just a pathetic, lonely mess. Why am I sat here feeling so shit while he's out enjoying himself?
I am such a grumpy cow at the moment 