After lurking for most of my pregnancy, I have finally registered! I'm currently about 27 weeks pregnant with my first child; a little girl. While a complete surprise, DH and I are both utterly thrilled to be starting our family.

Outside of a rough first trimester, my pregnancy has been relatively mellow, and uneventful. Of course, as is the case with most expecting mothers, I'm sore, exhausted, and have been experiencing the lovely adventures of all-day heartburn, general discomfort, and your average mood swings.

Don't get me wrong - my husband is magnificent - loving, kind, and compassionate. He's involved, excited, and proud of impending fatherhood. However, there are times when I just resent the hell out of the poor guy. For example, at 3am, when I'm tossing and turning because I can't find a comfortable position, and LO is having a disco dance off on my spine, he'll mutter for me to stop moving, so he can get some rest (we both work, so it's not like I'm sleeping in the next day). Since I am not using bleach products, I'll nag him for *days* to clean the bathtub, and he'll often act like I'm asking him for a limb. Get me a glass of juice so I don't have to heave myself from the couch? Sure he will, but not without an irritating sigh.

I am trying to tell myself that it is impossible for men to experience the ups and downs of pregnancy/labor. I remind myself that I just need to prepare for always doing just a bit more, since I'm female, and have the body parts for the job.

However, there are times when I look at him, with an evil eye, and just want to scream, "Pamper me, damnit!" Anyone else have similar feelings? Did you say or do anything that gave your partner more adequate perspective? I love this guy to bits, but sometimes, man....sometimes.