Great news alyss, so happy for you!
Just wrestled with sheets and pillows made the bed, got into a tangle and now I've got backache and painful braxton hicks 
and then gone for a shower, but because someone downstairs is also showering, I got a constant dribble of lukewarm water.
This is going to be an essay of a rant so please feel free to ignore and scroll past, I just need to write it all out and vent!!!!
Now housemate from hell has announced "I am having friends over to bake tomorrow so we will be using the kitchen", because she's organising some kind of bake sale at uni (she's making t-shirts and everything! 
). I originally asked if she wanted a hand and she said "Well I didn't expect you to offer", like I'm the least charitable person ever 
As well as having to be seen to have the worst life, she has to be seen to be the most charitable - she refused to speak to me after OH and I did a half marathon for Birmingham Childrens Hospital in 2012, and as soon as my friend announced she's climbing Snowdon for cancer research, housemate has arranged this bake sale. She sees it as a competition when really the rest of us just see it as any money raised for charity and the job's a good'un./
Anyway (this is turning into an essay) I commented on the post and said "Well as long as we can all cook tea it won't be a problem I'm sure :) " and she replied "Hmm.. well I'll ask what time they're coming but I can't promise anything".
Prego Rage has set in because the correct answer would be "Ok, I'll make sure they come at a considerate time and we make sure we're done and tidy up after ourselves so everyone can cook tea". But no. They'll be in the kitchen all afternoon and evening. They'll leave it in a mess, just like she always does when she bakes. And it'll stay there for days and get furry and me and OH will end up tidying as usual. 
I haven't been in the kitchen for five days because last time I went in there I cried at the state of it and tried to put all her dirty pots and pans back into her cupboard unwashed until OH stopped me.
This is same housemate who spends all weekend with her mum and then Skypes her every day for two hours, meaning I can't get enough internet signal to even chat to my mum on Facebook, among other things.
Phew. Feels good to rant
Would it be wrong of me to bin use all of her eggs overnight, and when she asks what happened tomorrow, I use the cravings excuse? There's a rule against shouting at pregnant women for having cravings, I'm sure of it 