Hormonal Rant

This weekend DH has been pissing me off. I'm sure half of it is hormonal. And I will feel better for getting it off my chest - no point telling him this since a lot is hormones..

Yesterday I went and got my hair cut - bit of pampering for myself before xmas, he dropped me off and went and did his own thing and then came back to pick me up, I had about 15mins til he got there so I went and brought us some lunch and stuff so he wouldn't have to worry about that when we got home. As soon as I get in the car he starts bitching and moaning. Never mind commenting on my new hair cut (which is very different from what I've always had) or that I'd brought us lunch or anything, so I semi listen to the bitching all the way home and then for a further 10 mins after we get home. btw - still no nice comment on the change of hair style..

Then last night i told him i was going to bed early cause I felt nausea coming on bad so he comes in to chat for a few mins before I go to sleep - turns out not a chat as such, another bitch session about how he's sick of watching money and wants to buy a couple of very expensive items for himself and maybe we shouldnt bother buying lots for the baby until it's almost here so that "we" can spend more money on ourselves - I just shut off and let him rant and rave. What does one expect, to have a ton of money just after you have been buying xmas presents?!?! Because I felt sick I just shut up and waited for him to shut up so that I could go to sleep. I was not in the mood for that conversation when I wanted to throw up.

He seems to think we aren't getting anywhere money wise. Our general account doesn't seem to go up. We have an automatic payment going into our savings each week - which I might add looks very very healthy. Our general account hasnt gone up because we brought a puppy (an expensive puppy) and all the associated things a dog needs. That set us back about 2 grand. We just brought a bigger house in June. After moving in there was some stuff that we had to do, buy new curtains and such for some of the rooms as they stank real bad and were moudly as. That type of stuff is another few thousand. Where does he expect a sudden surplus of money to come from, thin air? Sure when we have a baby we will be down to one income, if we were on one income we wouldn't have got the dog, and the things we wanted to do to the house we wouldn't have done so much so quickly.

Then this morning I walk into the kitchen and there was some smell my body was repulsed to and i immediately went and threw up, went back a while later to get something to eat and within about 20 seconds of being in there I wanted to throw up again, so I decided I'd have to get DH to clean it to get rid of whatever was making me feel like crap. So i went grocery shopping while he was still asleep then that would be done and it would get me away from the smell. Grocery shop was madness (as I'd expected) and it was raining so I got wet along with putting up with the madness. But got it done, and thought DH might appreciate it being done without him because he cant stand the busyness. I dumped the groceries near the kitchen and went to watch some tv til he got up, was too scared to go in the kitchen again. Then when he finally got up I told him about my episode with the kitchen and that he would need to clean it before i can go near it.

His reaction - "can you at least do something as well" basically implying that he does everything. God that got me mad but I was not in the mood to fight. I clean the whole house bar that kitchen and he wants me to do something. Ahhhhhhhh! And so he kind of cleans it and then dumps the rubbish just outside the door rather than going and putting it in the rubbish bag in the garage... ahhh bloody lazyness! And I know that I'm going to have to go out and take it out. It's not like it's hard but why not just take the thing out to where it needs to go in the first place

I wanna scream and I wanna cry. The only things I get him to do because I cant is carry heavy stuff and do the kitchen. It would be nice if he actually thought to help out more or do stuff without me having to ask but he doesn't think that way. He just hides away in his study doing stuff. I know I need to discuss this with him but not when the hormones are getting the better of me

OK that's quite long now lol. I'll shut up - however I feel better for typing it out. Even though I could add more.

Aw hon, that isn't fair, and not what you need when you are feeling like crap. I hope you feel better soon, and that DH takes better care of you! Might be time to bring out the Oh baby mums with sticks brigade again.

I swear that men don't believe that you are really pregnant and really feeling the symptoms, until the bloody child comes out! Make him read one of those "what to expect books, so he can realise that you aren't "faking it" to get him to do stuff. As I've said before....men suck

Christmas is always a hard time money-wise and we've been through the "can't we buy something nice for ourselves" etc thing - mostly because I was brought up in a home where my parents saved every cent they could and my DH's family was almost the opposite. We needed to sit down together and work through a workable budget together, and it took a few tries and a lot of patience from both of us. Incidentally it was around the time we had been married for a year and had our first bubba.

Let those hormones settle and then hopefully you can talk with him about some of the probs - and hey don't worry about the hair thing, it's a girlie thing. Go visit Becks

Pregnancy is a lot more exhausting than it looks at it's hard for guys to understand that. You recently got married and suddenly you've turned into an exhausted, hormonal whale and that's a bit tough on both of you! Guys also can get jealous of the "new love" in your life, some of his financial comments may be because of that (unaware though).

Hope your ms goes soon btw, it's not fair when it carries on passed 12 weeks

My Dh thinks I vomit on purpose, to get out of whatever it is that was making me gag in the first place. Fu@@er.