Isn't it though? Total bullcrap..."But I just want to lie near you" "Yeah, you can. On the effing floor is near enough right now". I think I'm just ploughing through the day on autopilot mostly...I get up, drag my kid to school, have a cuppa with the neighbour then come home and kind of go about my daily business with the look of one who is about to enter a vegetative state...I'd love to hide in bed all day but then nothing gets done and it all piles up which makes me more grumpy. When this baby arrives I'm owed big time and I intend to cash in for as long as I can. As Steve won't be there at the birth I can make up any horror story I like and my birthing partner will happily lie to corroborate it so I plan to make it as horrific as possible. Given my last labour was a 46 hour nightmare from start to finish, I have all the inspiration I need to make Steve feel bad for about the next 18 years or so...
Good grief I'm evil sometimes - you can tell I need to catch up on sleep :lol: