Ok s ok I am normally a really prepared person I like to have every thing where I need them before I start anything. Welp I got put on bed rest at home until baby gets here. Now my lovely husband hurd home cleaner. 😑🙄 I keep telling him hey babe I need you to bring the stuff from the baby shower in the house. Now in normal circumstances I would get tired of his bs and go down stairs and make multiple trips to get it all in the house. But no I cant do that we live in a 3rd story apartment complex with 3 flights of stairs between the car and my home. And I know he works all day and I stay home. But in his mind i do nothing. No I keep our felines from killing each other I clean what I can but I will always be in pain from it. I cook him and I dinner.lunch and fuck it he gets a sandwich for breakfast. He says that he wont bring the stuff up until the house is clean. I get it so I try to clean it to the best of my ability. Nope not clean enough to him. OMFG BABE AT THIS PACE YOUR GOING TO BE PISSED OFF BY THE FACT THAT HE IS ON HIS WAY OUT AND YOU HAVE 1 DAY TO GET IT ALL UP STAIRS. His bumb ass is going to miss time with our son because he waited till last second. Then I am going to be sore and pissed off that I dont have what I need near me when I get home. I know I sound bratty but I can not do this all by myself. I need help now. I dont want to go up and down 3 flights of stairs multiple times. That could put me in actual fucking labor. I am not allowed to make friends in the apartment complex because my husband thinks everyone is stupid. I literally moved to this state with him 10 months ago and I have 1 friend just 1 annd she gets paid to come see me. I am not allowed to leave my home. I was asked by a nabor that lives a few doors down one day why I hardly ever leave the house. Like he sees my husband all the time but only sees me every blue moon. I said well I just dont like going outside. I lied I love being outside even if I am just people watching. I hate being stuck inside not allowed to go roaming around I get that we live in a bad area I have always lived in bad areas since I was really small. I like fresh air I love talking to random people. I love randomly sitting under trees and doodling. I haven't done any of that in 10 months. And I have clinical depression and anxiety top that with a sprinkle a add. So I am already at high risk for postpartum depression. I love my husband. But for fucks sake can he just bring the dam baby shower stuff up. It's been in the car for a week