to my sweet hubby- you know I love you and I know you worked so hard moving us the past few days, yesterday especially. i appreciate it so much. i am sorry you had to do this whole move with such little help from me and i know you are really sore and grumpy- but when i wake up feeling so sick i have to cancel my doctors appointments and i ask if you can find me some breakfast as i hope it will make me feel a little better, you should freaking do it for me... when i am too weak to get out of bed to hook up my IV's, you should get out of bed and help me.
It is not my fault you didn't organize anything you brought to our new place and just piled it all in corner of the garage instead of bringing it to the rooms it belongs in. That was stupid of you and would not have happened if I was there.
do NOT make your 8 months pregnant, severely anemic, dehydrated and starved from hyperemesis wife, who threw out her already injuried back and carries a giant pump and a freaking IV bag dig through all those boxes because she is so hungry and desperate to feel better and you are too tired to get out of bed.
How dare you lay in bed while you listen to me try to move heavy furniture and boxes because you're too tired and feel bad. you are a 230 pound man in good health, i think you can manage it better than i can. and then you even get pissed off at me, tell me i'm unappreciative and then drive off to get coffee when i ask if you would be able to wake up and go grab some food soon at 2:30 in the afternoon. WTF !!
I know you feel bad today but I have felt HORRIBLE every single day for the past 8 MONTHS trying to bring our child into the world. You wouldn't last one day in my shoes. I am too fucking weak to fend for myself, I need your help even if you're tired. I'm sorry I'm sick but it really isn't my fault.