Came home to my husband in the same place where I usually find him, on the deck w the dog doing NOTHING (must be nice to have the summer off while your super preggo wife still has to work) I had to go to target to return stuff which was a shitshow bc their system was down. And I had to pick up some nursing bras etc. Well, king of the castle texts me to grab paper towels, ok, no prob since I'm already out. But when i come home dripping sweat w swollen feet and he's just sitting there while he could've been doing the dishes or vaccuming the tumble weeds of dog hair or cleaning the disgusting half bath that he has completely turned into a hazmat situation I LOST MY SHIT. Broke one of the said dirty dishes bc it was one of the piled on the stove. I'm legit tired of doing everything. Why am I, at 35wks, still hefting laundry up from the basement when a perfectly capable human being just dicks around all day? And if one more person tells me to calm down bc stress isn't good for the baby I may just pop the kid out right then and there. So. Done.