Oooh I'm so mad. After we had a real heart to heart about our relationship at New Year I have been much more positive about our relationship. I've had a great week, hardly shouted at the kids, been organised, been out places and just got on with life and tonight that all ended just because he came home in a bad mood from work. Didn't actually say as much but indirectly took it out on me with his little innuendos. Also, to summarise, no other method of contraception works well for us so he's going for the snip later this month. I can understand that he's a bit nervous about it but I have made it clear repeatedly that I am absolutely not having another child (we have DD aged 3 and DS aged 2 and I'm 38). Nonetheless I have said that if he really doesn't want to do it then fine and we'll just continue as we are with me on the coil and having 2 week periods and uncomfortable sex. But tonight in bed he starts going on about how wonderful fatherhood is and how great the kids are and how he wishes we were younger coz it would be so nice to have more and am I sure that I don't want any more.
Grrrrrrr! He obviously doesn't bloody listen or appreciate that I'm knackered, have not enjoyed motherhood (love the kids though) and feel like a fucking brood mare. To him (and he confirmed this) sex is much more meaningful if we are actually shagging to get pregnant. I got pregnant really quickly with both and he thought "these things take longer" and was looking forward to a more prolonged period of shagging for kids. And of course it's coz he's such a stud that I got up the duff so quickly, not conceivable that I may be hugely fertile!!!
Oh and of course DS wakes up at 2 in the morning to the blissful oblivion of his father and it is I who has to get up and now I can't get back to sleep.
Sorry for the rant and bet everyone else is in bed but I'm pacing the house in anger and frustration and sleep deprivation