We went to visit my sister Izzy and her new baby. When we arrived, and for most of our visit, Izzy was doing housework and laundry, and refused my offers of help so she could rest.

When we got in the car to go home, Tom mentioned the housework and then said, “I bet you’ll be nowhere near as good as Izzy when our baby is born. I bet you’ll sit on your arse doing fuck all, making out you’re knackered.”

I didn’t know what to say.

What could I say? He’s already made up his mind that I should be playing the role of Superwoman regardless of how I feel. I respect Izzy’s decision not to rest, but that doesn’t mean I’m not entitled to listen to my body; yet doing so, I’ll just be confirming his belief that I’m lazy.