Mummascribbles – To my other half…I'm sorry – Mummascribbles

The lovely Kaye over at Hello Archie wrote this gorgeous post apologising to her unborn second child for several things.  I was totally nodding along with it in agreement and at the same time I found myself thinking that the person who I should be apologising to right now is my other half.

So other half, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for being a bit of a moody cow recently.  I know I’ve been snappy and a bit of a misery guts but I’m finding this pregnancy a tad more difficult than the last. I don’t mean to be short with you and especially not with Zach (although I know I have a short temper anyway – blame my dad!).

I’m sorry for being utterly exhausted. As I said above I’m finding this pregnancy a bit more difficult but it’s because I’m doing so much more this time round.  Last time I just had work to contend with. Now, I have work, the commute, shepherding Zach around every day and Zach himself. I’m sorry I keep falling asleep on the sofa at 3pm on a Saturday afternoon and struggle to stay awake when we are half way through an episode of The Walking Dead.

I’m sorry that you are doing all of the housework as well as cleaning the rabbits out every week. That nasty SPD has returned as early as last time and whilst it’s not as bad as some people have it,  it’s a real bugger doing anything taxing and I don’t want to make it worse so that I’m completely useless.

I’m sorry that when we go to bed, all I want to do is sleep. 

I’m sorry that I haven’t exactly been fun to be around recently. I’m hoping that as I get further into my second trimester, maybe this tiredness will ease a little bit and that maybe I might feel a little more alive again. 

I also want to say thank you.

Thank you for not moaning at me when I’m being miserable.

Thank you for doing so much more around the house because you know that overdoing things leaves me in pain. 

Thank you for just letting me fall asleep when I need to, even if it is 3pm on Saturday and you’re busy cleaning the rabbits out and Zach is busy throwing toy rockets down the stairs. 

Thank you for coming home a bit earlier sometimes so that I don’t have to bath Zach on my own after a long day at work.

Thank you for offering me a Sunday morning lie in when really it should be your turn for one.

Mostly,  thank you for loving and caring for me the way you do, even when I’m being a moody mare. I really hope that our little holiday next month will bring a bit of rest for all of us. A rest from work, a rest from commuting,  a rest from me being stuck in bloody traffic all of the time.

Thank you for always being you,  no matter if I’m maybe not always being me.

I love you.