"my snoring is keeping him awake at night" - payback time for all the nights I've had to listen to his post-Stella Artois pneumatic drill impressions!
Seriously though, he HAS been great.
At my most hormonal, psychotic and evil he's taken it all without so much as a harsh word in retaliation.
If I snore, he puts his earplugs in (or wakes me up to tell me I'm snoring(!)).
My OCD military style nesting hasn't even caused a raised eyebrow (even when I gave him a sweary final written warning because my pan cupboard systems were failing).
My chocolate cravings were taken care of by him.
He's been happy to go along with ALL my bossy wishes about the baby (except the names - "no" to Rosanna - gutted) - if I said "we need so-and-so baby monitor" he never moaned that it was one of the more expensive ones on the market.
He came along to 95% of my antenatal appointments, even managing to stay in the room for 2 out of 3 blood tests.
He now cooks dinner most nights. And hoovers. And makes regular tip runs to get rid of the endless avalanche of empty cardboard boxes from all the baby stuff.
He has had to watch what he is now spending because we're on reduced money.
He's stopped going away on rock climbing weekends (his passion) in case the baby comes while he's away.
When I had a particularly nasty urinary infection (on holiday in Menorca), and bleeding, and stomach bugs, he was the one who kept calm and sorted out what we were going to do next.
Hardly a complaint about the hideous maternity/nursing bras and Granny Knickers and Full Bush that go along with my pregnancy (because I can't see to sort it out), and when I cry because I feel unattractive he tells me I look lovelier than I ever did because I'm "full of our baby".