Finally kicked DH out of office last week which we're turning into the nursery. At the moment it looks like this: paint pots still on the floor (and it stinks of paint which I'm also stressing about). The paint (cream) was just to touch up the walls in places but doesn't match the original and looks terrible. DH says 'it'll have to do'. No furniture - I have had to make do with leftover bookshelves for baby stuff, which I've put baskets on, but he refuses to shift all his old records etc off one shelf. No curtains at windows yet, I bought them but they're still lying unopened on the floor. I am knackered but the onus is on me to keep hitting the shops (in the sales, agh) to buy all the stuff we still need. Bottle steriliser, pram, expessing thingy and monitor still in boxes, have had no time to unpack and practice. I really hoped the last few weeks would be a time to relax, put my feet up etc but instead I'm rowing daily with DH, charging around trying to get everything ready and feeling totally unsupported. He says completely unhelpful things like 'It's my holiday too' and then goes and plays Playstation. Is this a male denial thing or is he just being a lazy shit? How can I get him to understand I could go into labour at any time and that this is a massive source of stress to me? (Apart from by stabbing him ?)