Last night were sleeping on the sofa (our bed doesn't get here till Tuesday)  it's 12 and our dogs start whining, clearly two of them really have to go and I waited like an idiot for my husband to wake up and get them, 30 minutes pass and I have to be the one with Braxton hicks on top of a soar body to get up and walk them to the potty area in our apartment building so that I don't have to be the one to clean up there accidents. 

I came back to the bedroom @1:00 am and slept on the floor which gave me really bad back pain. Then my husband came in at 6:00 am and woke me up, then went back to sleep! He's trying his hardest to help (bought take out, unpacked his bathroom) but that's the scary part. So long as he doesn't complain about the "effort he's put in with me" then I'm okay, but one "I'm tired, let's do it later," comment and I will straight up tell that MF "you're tired?! I'm growing a watermelon in my pelvis and moved an entire house alone for 15 hours yesterday! Take me to the store to buy hangers, so I can hang your clothes and make it look nice before I go into labor you d'ck!!!" Until then he's just a great husband doing the best he can. Let's hope It stays that way.