Me and you both fibilou. Sorry it stopped - know how that feels.
Moan alert...
DP decided last night that he'd had enough of dd coming into our bed, so he picked her up quite suddenly from bed and marched her back to her room at about 1am. After 20 mins of me listening to the hysteria and her crying for me I couldn't stay out of it anymore, and so have just spent the most awful night on the floor in her room. Would spend a couple of hours on her floor, then creep back to bed and within 20 mins she was trying to come back into our bed, so back I would go, back on the floor. She came in to us at about 6.00 and I thought he'd relent at that point, but no, so back I go again to her floor, and then get back to my bed about 7.30, 20 minutes later she's wimpering, so I get her on what's left of my side for a cuddle. Really really think that the selfish b***d should be getting up now and letting me have a rest, but no, he gave me his normal line of 'just let me wake up' (like I ever get a chance to do that) and is soundly back to sleep. I am parched, dd is starving, so what can I do other than get up. And no doubt he'll stay in bed until 10, and then he's out to work again, so another long day stretches ahead with no baby, a demanding 3 yr old, and no help. Only difference today is that I am absolutely hanging. I'm going to have loads of energy for pushing a baby out once labour does eventually start aren't I?
Ugh. Why can't he just be normal, why does he have to do no work for weeks, then work 'til 8pm every night for 10 days solid. Oh, and no doubt he'll tell me he can't get up and get on unless I sit on his you know what. Which I am not remotely in the mood for, but somehow it becomes my fault that he can't get out of bed because he's not had his needs satisfied.