I have 60 days left till my due date and everytime I complain to my husband about how it hurts my stomach to bend over and constantly do all of the cleaning or how my feet kill me after standing on them at work all night he tells me I'm "not even that pregnant". I could be pushing this kid out and him tell me it isn't "that" bad I swear. I just want a neck rub and for him to pick something up for me when he sees me bending over to grab it.

The guys I work with are more thoughtful than him I swear.