I'm 8 weeks pregnant and have basically been house redundant for the past two weeks. My husband is really trying but is working all hours at the moment, so it's impossible for him to do it all.
My house looks like wolves live here, I actually lost my dog in the chaos clutter of the dining room this morning. There's so many pots in my kitchen it looks like a student digs, my bedroom is awash with clothes, cups and a classy bowl to catch night time vomits.
My husbands pubic hair has taken up residence in the bath, it's like chewbacca shaved in there. My clothes are never clean, I actually blew my nose on my parka yesterday in a hormonal fit of tears.
I haven't had the energy to wash my hair in a week and there isn't enough dry shampoo IN THE WORLD to make it look less like the white witch from Robin Hood prince of thieves. Make up is a thing of the past. Anything that requires my arms to move up and down is pure exhaustion.
I feel so guilty, I'm usually obsessed with my houses presentation and at least brushing my hair and wearing clean clothes.
Anyone else a hobo in the first trimester? Or have I descended into some gross pit of despair?
Someone send me a house maid and some shampoo