I'm 32w4d and I am seriously going to scream at my fiancé. It will be fucking 10 pm before dinner is done because "there was dishes in the way". He said at 800 he was going to start. And then gets made at me when I start crying and getting mad because it's going to be so damn late. He does not seem to get it at all. My back is killing me, I've been cramping on and off all day and I'm hungry!! I just sat and sorted/folded/hung ALL the clean laundry he refuses to put up. He tries to compare the things we do for work (both in health care) and says I bitch and it's easy....I'm fucking pregnant! Nothing is easy!!! Ugh I just want to scream!! And I'm still sitting here sobbing like a damn baby!!!!