Short backstory: pre-pregnancy, I was satisfied with the marriage. Wife and I enjoyed each other's company, household labor was fairly divided, sexual frequency and variety suited me well. I worked out semi-regularly but was more into playing sports than lifting weights.

Fast forward past an ACL tear and into pregnancy, and all those positives are gone... I realize I'm not getting out or exercising enough and now I'm the household manservant. You know the story and the pregnant wife's newfound commands: "everything just hurts, can you go get me XYZ?"... I obliged for a bit, but then was overwhelmed by a sense of "wtf have I become? I better correct this shit before it sets the tone for life here on out."

Google-fu leads me to MRP and I swallow TRP during the second trimester. I devour NMMNG, WISNIFG, and MMSLP in a week, and start SL5x5. Read, lurk, lift... After some over-correction, failed comfort tests, and a few STFU and leaves, I start to get the hang of the oak moves and see the signs of success in third trimester... Gym, outside hobbies, no more do-boying, and sexual frequency improved.

Baby arrives.

(Here comes some victim-puke, welcome to the splash zone) Back-slide commences. She stays home with baby. I go back to work after a couple weeks, but come immediately home to help with baby and keep the home in order. No sex (or gym) since before baby was born (9 weeks ago). My initiating is met with a hard no and a lecture about "be nicer blah blah harp harp harp." I find myself being the manservant again... She is genuinely awful to be around now... I'm squarely in her frame and I can't bring myself to use MRP tools to break out... It's like I have this thought in my head that says "she's doing a lot for the sake of your kid, she gets a pass, just suffer through this.." I can say "fuck that" but when push comes to shove, I've been caving to the harpie.

But I'm done suffering. I started re-reading the side-bar. Gym on Monday.

Questions: Any tips for (re)applying RP philosophy with an infant in the picture? How do I break of that BP thought process of "she gets a pass for now"?

Edit: What, if any, are the ethics of applying dread to the mother of your infant child?