I feel really bad, poor baby.
I'm 37 weeks and am uncomfortable and hugely swollen. I had to manhandle him out of the supermarket earlier when he kept trying to run off (totally out of character) but even though I could feel hot tears of frustration pricking behind my eyes I managed to hold it together.
Got home, and he was making one unreasonable demand after another. Finally had to manhandle him into his pull up for his afternoon nap, when he just reached forward and pulled my hair and then laughed.
I just burst into tears and in an amazing show of maturity
refused to read him a story before his sleep.
How am I going to cope when I have two?