I am so so so so grumpy it is unreal :( As usual, it is DP who has put me in a stonker of a mood.
Can't snap out of it.
Nowt happening here by the way, everything fizzled out yesterday.
DP offered to take DS to school this morning (hooray!) except he offered at 11pm last night, and then said he had no petrol, so he would have to go to get some at 17p more expensive than if he had bothered to go yesterday (have a voucher for Morrisons 15p off, plus they dropped the prices by 2p) - but the garage is closed at night and is 2.5 miles away in the wrong directon. Told him not to bother. Said he could get DS ready instead so I could have a lie in. Well, end result was, DS was running through the school doors at the very last second and forgot his packed lunch. Just because DP didn't bother his ass til the very last minute. Surprised I didn't have to wake him to do it tbh. I was lay awake anyway, should have just done it myself.
Asked DP to hoover kitchen/hall and clean up kitchen sides while I was gone - since I'm gone for nearly an hour. What response did I get? Really, FGS, I was going back to bed.
So I get home, and the worst job ever has been done. Had to do it all again, I'm just so annoyed. He is working 2 1/2 days this week, and his days off he hasn't done much, unless nagged asked by me. I've done everything on his days in work, but he can't do the things I've asked of him. He is in work 1/2 day tomorrow, and all day Saturday, so I need things on top of before then. I don't want to live in a fucking tip, and don't see why I should do everything! He has proved he is capable in the past, but now he has lapsed back to his lazy ways.
He didn't even bother cleaning up after the dog pissed on the carpet 2 days ago. I just found out, and had to do it my fucking self. Even though getting on hands and knees is agony - for some unknown reason.
He reckons he hoovered the living room while I was out. I know he is lying, but he won't admit it. The level of dog hair on the carpet, and the fact there are still the same crumbs and shit around his fucking computer desk give it away.
I feel all raged and moody. I just want to focus on the birth, given I am now 40+5, and completely stressed about what is going to happen. The labour/birth is such a huge important event for me, given what happened first time round, and the fact I've had 10 years to dwell on events. I know how vastly important it is to be calm, and well rested. Labour uses such energy, and I see every day the effect of tiredness on women. Especially when I know I will have a long slog ahead of me. I've a 10 year gap and have never had a vaginal birth. I am very likely to labour like a primip, and have a long slog ahead. I am trying my damnest to ensure I am in the optimum position to birth. I've tried explaining all this to DP. But he doesn't get it, I fear. I guess not many people will get it. I feel like I'm being lazy in a way, but I just know that rest now is the most important thing I can do for me and the baby.
I feel a little better spewing all that out. Don't feel compelled to reply! I told you I was in a bad mood!
Good luck to those who are contracting/sprouting fluids everywhere 
and who are generally fucked off also!!