We are expecting our first baby and my husband doesn’t quiet understand how exhausted I am. I’m 8 weeks, worn out and have awful all day sickness. I come home from work and have no interest in cooking or cleaning (I’m usually the cook and very type A with housekeeping). I’ve made peace with the fact that I’m going to live off carbs for a while, and in a less tidy house. ...Sorry that Tupperware I said I’d wash has sat there for a few days. I’m just trying to survive. And I’m tired of take out too...but have no appetite to eat, let alone prepare a meal.

My husband says he understands why I’ve been a non-participant, and is doing his best to pick up the slack. However, his constant complaining about being overwhelmed is beyond irritating. I have not asked him to pick up where I’ve fallen short, for the record.

Has anyone else dealt with this? I know I am not going to feel this way forever, and keep reminding him of that. I’m trying to just roll with it and do what I can (when I can), but he’s driving me nuts, and this has turned into a reoccurring argument. Any suggestions? I know it’s a season - I mostly needed to get this off my chest - and I know all of you can relate to how tired I am.