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I realize that most of this is likely pregnancy hormone related, but some of these complaints are long-standing.
I feel like DH could not care less about me being pg. Or I should say, my symptoms of being pg. He completely ignores any and all complaints I may have regarding fatigue, discomfort, even pain. He was much more sympathetic and caring when I was pg with Lyla. He never complained about housekeeping or dishes not being done. Now, I feel like I get a long lecture every time I leave a dish in the sink. He's home all day, not working and I feel like he could really cook more, or at least do the dishes after I cook, but instead I feel like I get nagged when things aren't done his way. Needless to say we haven't been getting along.
Example: Earlier tonight during Lyla's bedtime routine DH randomly decided he needed to rotate the mattress around, so he starts dragging it around on the bed. I commented that he was messing up the bedskirt and he said he didn't care. I informed him that there was no way I would be able to fix it by myself and why couldn't we wait with the mattress until I could help him. Then (after ignoring my question) decided to just rotate the mattress 90 degrees. It's a king size pillow top that's about 5 years old and it's got impressions on both sides where we sleep creating a bit of a lump in the middle. I told him that having that lump right there was not going to be good for my back. So he sarcastically says, "Well, we won't do that then since it has a lump." To which I defensively replied that I have enough trouble with my back and with sleeping and don't want to add anything else to it. And THEN he says he doesn't want to fight with me, he'll just put it back the way it was if it's gonna cause a fight! I am so fed up with this!! As if I want to fight!
Anyway, all that to say that I feel so completely alone, unsupported and depressed. I've thought about leaving, but I've got no place to go and no money to go there with. And I know that everything is magnified because of the raging hormones (an extreme symptom for me it seems).
That's not to say that he doesn't help out because he does. And he feels like he does more than me, but I've been keeping score and he just has a different way of calculating equivalence. For instance, me standing at the sink washing dishes and him bringing me dishes to wash for him makes us equal. For me that barely counts as helping.
Anyway, I'll probably wake up in the morning and realize that I shouldn't have spewed all my dirty laundry here.