Why oh why...

Can't I have a USEFUL husband?

Seriously.

He complained for 15 minutes tonight because I asked him to do the dishes. HELLO! I'm as big as a house, does he not realize how badly it hurts my back to try to saddle up to the sink? It's not humanly possible.

Why can't he just HELP me out once in a while? Just a little bit.

I have NEVER asked him to mop the kitchen floor (did it yesterday), vacuum the living room, clean the bathroom, anything like that. I simply ask that he 1) Do the dishes 2) take down the trash and 3) Help me out with laundry since I cannot carry the baskets downstairs anymore.

Is that REALLY so much to ask?

Yes, I realize he works very hard. Yes, I realize he works 10-12 hours a day but I NEED his help. I cannot do all the housework on my own and still take care of James and MYSELF. I'm 8 months pregnant. I'm going to have a baby in just over 4 weeks (give or take) I need to take care of myself just a little bit. I need to sit down once in a while considering my feet are nearly 3 times the size they normally are. I need to rest considering I'm EFFING PREGNANT!!!!!!!

GAH!!

And NOW he has this brilliant idea that we're going to move this month. He wants to call on this apartment. He's lost his ever loving mind. He cannot even help me with the DISHES, like he's going to be any use helping me pack. And I refuse, I REFUSE to do ALL the packing all by myself. Every fucking time we've moved I end up doing 99.9% of the work. It is NOT happening. I hate this fucking place just as much as he does, but I am not packing and moving when I'm 8.5 months pregnant. Thats just fucking insane.