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Oct. 5th, 2005 11:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valancystirlingFor some reason, no matter how dead tired I am, as soon as Jake leaves in the morning, I suddenly am wide awake. No sleeping in for me EVER.
I'm trying hard not to feel so guilty about not taking care of him lately. And I know it's only about to get worse. Just this past week, I've been feeling so fatigued. I'm not getting a lot of sleep just because I can't get comfortable, and then the normal everyday things I have to get done wear me out to an absurd degree. There's just nothing left over to get up and make him tea in the morning. I haven't even had tea in the morning, so it's not like I'm just taking care of myself.
A while ago I was reading yet another pregnancy book, and there was a section on the care and feeding of pregnant women. There was some reference to only getting "special treatment" from your husband with the first pregnancy, and that your "precious vessel" status is over and done with in future pregnancies. This prompted me to demand of Jake, Why can't *I* be a precious vessel???
So we've pretty much used the term facetiously, and when I find myself carrying in the groceries while he carries in...the mail...I bring up the precious vessel thing.
I have to say, though, that after my near mini breakdown last week, he's been helping out a lot more. Trouble is, I don't think it has anything to DO with my near mini breakdown, but more that the consensus at his office is that he ought to be helping me more. That sort of pisses me off that he can't just see me struggling and make an attempt to make things easier for me, but as long as OTHER people tell him he ought to be helping, then by all means, let's start doing the dishes.
Whatever. More stuff is getting done, which is the main point.
Aside from general dusting, I think this place is fine enough.
Anyway, I just called him to ask him what he wanted to do about lunch, and he told me to just stay home and be a precious vessel today. So that's what I'll do, after I do the grocery shopping, get dinner started, and unload the dishwasher.
I'm trying hard not to feel so guilty about not taking care of him lately. And I know it's only about to get worse. Just this past week, I've been feeling so fatigued. I'm not getting a lot of sleep just because I can't get comfortable, and then the normal everyday things I have to get done wear me out to an absurd degree. There's just nothing left over to get up and make him tea in the morning. I haven't even had tea in the morning, so it's not like I'm just taking care of myself.
A while ago I was reading yet another pregnancy book, and there was a section on the care and feeding of pregnant women. There was some reference to only getting "special treatment" from your husband with the first pregnancy, and that your "precious vessel" status is over and done with in future pregnancies. This prompted me to demand of Jake, Why can't *I* be a precious vessel???
So we've pretty much used the term facetiously, and when I find myself carrying in the groceries while he carries in...the mail...I bring up the precious vessel thing.
I have to say, though, that after my near mini breakdown last week, he's been helping out a lot more. Trouble is, I don't think it has anything to DO with my near mini breakdown, but more that the consensus at his office is that he ought to be helping me more. That sort of pisses me off that he can't just see me struggling and make an attempt to make things easier for me, but as long as OTHER people tell him he ought to be helping, then by all means, let's start doing the dishes.
Whatever. More stuff is getting done, which is the main point.
Aside from general dusting, I think this place is fine enough.
Anyway, I just called him to ask him what he wanted to do about lunch, and he told me to just stay home and be a precious vessel today. So that's what I'll do, after I do the grocery shopping, get dinner started, and unload the dishwasher.
