I was at work for about 15 hours yesterday, with a cold and headache plus morning sickness etc. etc. I came home to my dh, just wanting a little sympathy but he was in a bad mood because he'd had a bad day at work, and was annoyed that I'd been working late (like I have a choice) because he wanted an early night before an early start this morning.
To cut a long story short, it turned into a shouting (both of us), crying (me) row in which we both said some totally awful things: I said I didn't want to be married to him any more (totally, totally untrue), he took off his wedding ring, I threw my (empty!) sick bowl at a door . . . you get the picture.
Once we'd both calmed down we were both horrified at our behavious and felt like the worst people in the world. I'm 15 weeks pregnant with our surprise, but much wanted, first child. And now I feel like I don't deserve a child.
Sorry for the essay, but any words of wisdom? If someone could just tell me that having a baby will automatically make me a much better person, that would be great . . .