The Waterworks Have Begun

I'm finally writing my first post on this blog and it's mostly for the sake of my own sanity. I'm almost 15 weeks pregnant and think I am cracking up from my hormones. I'm trying to remain relatively normal but burst into tears tonight when my boyfriend laughed after I told him not to laugh. It's not like it was anything major to be fair:

I was bitching about my dad wanting dinner cooked when I got back from work (he is painting my flat and I am actually paying him!) and feeling like a housewife and then feeling infuriated when he said "Well this is what it will be like when the baby is born." After what I felt was like slaving over a hot stove, he was less than enthusiastic and quickly said that he would cook dinner tomorrow. It's not that I expect him to brown-nose me, but for f*cks sake! Humour me or something!

Anyway I relayed all of this to my boyfriend and was greeted by silence and then the distinct sounds of stifled laughter. "Are you laughing?!" I screeched and then he really did laugh. And then I burst into loud noisy sobs and he was completely shocked. He didn't let it get to him though and I was laughing in between sniffles and felt like a complete dick after a while.

I'm off to bed. I've had a shit day, I work with muppets, I tried on a bra in Marks and Spencer and recoiled at the sight of myself squeezed into my trousers and I feel like standing on top of a table and stamping my feet and screaming like a lunatic.