I'm almost 18 weeks and a little argumentative or touchy as my husband likes to call it. We just had a huge row over him not being patient enough with our 2 year old when putting him down for a nap (that's a rant for another time). So I slam the door, calm down my son and get him off to sleep. Then hole up in my room for a much needed nap. I hear the doorbell and a bit of chatter. Then his footsteps coming up to our room. Getting ready to do some real whisper arguing...

He walks in holding a massive pregnancy pillow...like a full body, hugs you like you've never been hugged, all singing dancing thing.

He ordered it a week ago. And he is so damn lucky it arrived at this exact moment in time 😂 and I'm so damn lucky I have a husband who listens (even when I think he isnt) and actually gives a crap about me.

So now I'm snuggled up here in bed like queen sheba...gearing myself up to be an adult and apologise for being a brat.