Glad you had a good shop Bibi.
I a grim weekend. DD seems to have given up napping and watching TV (ie: respite) and taken up being hyper, whingey and totally contrary. This coincided with/caused a huge wave of self-pity in me. I hate the fact that looking so obviously pregnant puts me up for such public scrutiny. If I was saying 'hey, look at me, what do you think of what I look like today?' it would be OK to get comments. Sorry - old ground. Just have to say it again.
DP and I have been falling in and out all weekend. I've been whingeing too. Everything is winding me up, including the f-ing poo stripes he leaves in the loo. CLEAN UP AFTER YOURSELF YOU'RE AN ADULT!!!!!!! do you know what I mean? I just don't feel like I've had the acknowledgement I need that things are hard for me at the moment. Not only is DD acting up, but I'm tired and 6ms pregnant, and feeling scared that I'm going to lose the work identity I've been building up since dd was born, which gives me more satisfaction than I've had in my whole career (when dd was born I started writing comedy for television, and after a long slog, things are going really well). I know everything will be OK. That I will get my groove back and continue to produce better and better material. But I want HIM TO TELL ME IT TOO! OR INSTEAD. OR SOMETHING.I want him to make it better. I know he could, but he won't because he's feeling stressed with dd and impending baby too, and I'm probably just not being nice nice enough in his eyes to deserve the support I need.
Also, toaster has broken and timer on boiler. Good. Great. Thanks. Alot.
I would feel so much worse without you lot. Thank you for being here.