I am 8 months pregnant… Am I wrong for expecting my husband to treat me like I’m pregnant?
Don’t get me wrong, I am by far a damsel in distress. I’ve always worked until Covid. Carry my own groceries in the house. Put together my own furniture if I need to. This is my second child with my husband. Our first son was born in 2020 and were expecting a little girl the beginning of December. The initial plan did not include me working. I was to stay home with the children, but life.
Fast forward I am working overnight in a warehouse. As soon as I get off in the morning I have to drop our toddler off to daycare and my husband off to work. Then turn around and pick everybody up starting at 3pm make dinner clean the house and still do everything I was basically doing before I was working. Just with less efficiency. I have sciatica, problems with my pelvis and anemia. My feet and legs are swollen everyday now. Not to mention I’m 70 lbs heavier than I was before our son. My husband treats me as if I’m just my regular self. No special consideration, offers to pick up extra housework or time with our son unless I tell him it’s his job now and then he asks if he really has to do it every day. No feet rubs or extra rest or breaks from cooking dinner unless we just order out.
I still have to attend my doctors appointments and physical therapy and errands during the day. Most times I’m so tired in between I just sleep in the car.
Did I mention I JUST packed our entire apartment to move only to find out we weren’t moving and had to unpack our entire apartment? 95% by myself?
To top it off I’m starting my mba program in November and getting my first corporate job by spring. I never imagined going back to work before she was weaned and old enough to go to school with her brother @ 15 months. I have three boys, and this is finally my girl and I have to hurry up and start working, I can’t even enjoy her babyhood like I want to.
He doesn’t get it of course and I will still have to breastfeed and pump round the clock. I’m overwhelmed and sad and I feel like simple things like rubbing my feet during a movie, offering to cook dinner, allowing me to take an uninterrupted nap, acknowledging how hard I’m working could go so far… instead he talks about how tired he is and how much sleep debt his watch tells him he’s in and how he needs to dedicate more time to studying for his designations.
Don’t get me wrong. He has a job that one could say was stressful and also has picked up a shift or two at the warehouse from time to time. But he’s not pregnant.