Gosh, that title sounds a bit dramatic!! Don't worry, the boyf hasn't died, just our relationship. It's gone with the wind I'm afraid. The whole pregnancy thing has put a real strain on the relationship, although he seems to be fine with everything - at least, he hasn't said anything to indicate he feels the same as me. We barely talk and  when he comes round I end up going to bed cos I need my sleep. He complains that I just turn my back to him and go to sleep but at the end of the day its MY house, MY bed, MY back that's sore if I don't sleep right and if he wanted to cuddle there's nothing to stop him spooning me. The way we sleep is a good analogy of the relationship: he expects to lie how he likes and have me in the crook of his arm or lying on his chest, so that I get a bad neck and end up having to move once he's asleep. He won't sleep the way I sleep cos it's too much of a nuisance and he'd have to put himself out. And he doesn't like putting himself out for anyone. Even his pregnant girlfriend.

Its getting to the stage where everything he does is grating on me. He pointed out last night that my feet were a bit smelly one day cos I'd been wearing pumps with no socks. I retaliated by telling him that his breath stunk. He thought I was being nasty. I wasn't. He's starting to remind me more and more of a certain ex who I put up with for nearly 3 years before realising I was going through the motions. I sometimes regret splitting up with him cos he was perfect: handsome, intelligent, good sex, good prospects. And boring. Exactly the same as the current boyf. Thing is, I wouldn't mind the boredom if I could have a bit on the side for some fun. But he's so stifling at the moment that I couldn't possibly. Stopped escorting altogether and only dancing one night a week. And he gets in a huff when I ask for space. I think we all know where this is going....except for him!

As for evening sicknes - its horrible. Can't really eat anything after 1pm cos I feel too queasy, and the boyf is not being very understanding. He keeps telling me off for not having proper meals - he doesn't understand what its like to eat something knowing you're gonna see it masticated in the bottom of the loo half an hour later...