i am so fed up with it all. i am 22 weeks pregnant, normal pregnancy as they go (save the back pain whcih is apparently pgp), just the usual crappy feeling. i have a 23 month old dd, who is gorgeous but really full of energy and hates sleep, so keeps waking up loads at night. i am working in theory 4 days a week, in practice every evening after dd goes to bed (late) and every weekend, and my job is megastressful. i have no family nearby. dh is a lovely man and a great dad, but he just doesn't get it.
i am at the end of my tether, so tired and stressed 24/7 i want to punch someone.... i never, ever, ever get a minute to myself, even when i go to the loo i bring my blackberry with me to squeeze in a bit of extra work. when pg with dd i did antenatal yoga which was brilliant, but nanny said she can't stay longer than 6 and dh can't be home before 7, so that rules it out. there's lots of work we need to do to get our flat ready for no 2, and i need to plan dd's birthday party, and i have to do the food shopping (inernet, but still), and generally think about all our organisational stuff like admin, paperwork, dd's clothes and shoes, holidays etc. i feel my head will explode. i wish for ONCE dh showed some initiative and did something unasked. fat chance.
i am ugly, unfit, i long to just have a day to myself and a good night sleep, uninterrupted. i have come to hate most other mums because they all seem to be better organised and more together than me, not to mention they have better skin, better hair, better eyebrows.
i love my family dearly, and i am passionate about my job. i want to take it a bit easier, but i don't know where to start.
while i am rambling i should also say that i am still really pi**ed off at dh's christmas present (a photo frame...), he earns 3 x as much as me and although i know he is a busy man it doesn't take long to pick up the phone and book me into a spa for half a day. which is what i long to do. but i can't afford it.
i should probably stop it here otherwise i am going to start rambling about every single aspect of my life and everyone will write me off as a loony....
the point of this post? i don't know. i really wish i was one of those delicate flowers who can't do anything while pregnant, and get people to do everything for them... rather than trying to do it all, all the time, without making a fuss of anything. yesterday it took me 2 hours to get home (standing the whole wway in packed tubes) and i still had to put dd to bed. then had a fight with dh because i was too grumpy....