I’m six months pregnant. Been in the hospital all yesterday evening and this morning - poked prodded internally and externally.
Come home from fetching my son around 4pm and said I’m hungry. Partner says I’ve had enough already - I bought a crossiant from the hospital shop. He had a McDonald’s. He already comments on how much weight I’ve put on - I think I’ve lost weight!
He’s been sitting there for four hours, glued to his phone. Other than making my child some tea he knew he wouldn’t eat so he could eat the left over food - no offer to make me some food - trying to save money so don’t want the oven on again! I know I have legs, but I’ve already washed up two days worth of washing up (as in the hospital) dried up, showered and fed my child, burnt myself on the hot stove cleaning the sides.
Now he’s eaten the eggs I was saving for breakfast
I’m too tired to go and make myself some food yet I’m so hungry. No asking about my hand, I feel so unwanted and worthless. Do I even matter?
I don’t know what the point of me typing this is. I just feel sad. Very sad.