Just a quick vent cos I just need to whinge!
DH is driving me CRAZY. He has been sick, granted, with whooping cough the last 8 weeks or so, and we are moving, but he just takes all his frustration out on me.

He doesn't mind that I have to climb a step-ladder to paint cornices in 37 degree heat, or that at 7 months pregnant I get tired packing boxes at 9pm at night (after a week working full time).

I have organised to use some leave owed to me to have a day off a week, and he has a to do list ready and waiting, and texts me to check up that I have done what he has asked. I am so exhausted by the end of the day! But dare I sit down and come on here for 5 minutes without having to justify it.

I don't know if it is just pregnancy hormones, or if he is really being unbelievably selfish and controlling lately, or perhaps a combo of both. He just doesn't understand how hard it is being pg and not sleeping, and yet I am supposed to sympathise with him being sick.

Grrrr I am getting pretty close to my wits end...