impending labour dissatisfaction...

I'm trying very hard to recognise that it's just part of the process, but everyone is pissing me off.

I texted the acupuncturist, but he hasn't got back to me. My midwife is being too 'ah sure, it's grand' for my liking. My husband is still smoking - he's taking his insistence that he won't smoke in labour very literally - I wonder how much pain I'll have to be in before he actually resists. He hasn't bought patches or chewing gum either, so how is he going to stop himself acting like a prick, I wonder?

I just went for a ten minute walk before reading to my daughter, who I've been with since 12 today. I asked her father to bring her upstairs before I went out, hoping to at least skip half the bedtime ritual that I do every night of my life. I told her she couldn't do her magazine, after I'd played snakes and ladders with her.

I came home after a 15 minute walk, to find them both on the floor doing the magazine, and of course she refused to even go brush her teeth with him. Fuck him, every time it's the same - why do I have to be the only adult parent? He spent the half hour before her bedtime on the computer, having said he'd come in to her. Why didn't he want to spend time with her then, instead of after bedtime? I'm sick of it.

Being overdue is no fun - it's a kind of limbo. I'd like to go out and go to the cinema and just take my mind off everything. Any sensible person would just do that. My MIL babysitter is out on her monday night razz though, and my husband has to work in the morning - he's currently fighting off flu with his usual sense of illness-timing.

I just want to have this baby, get through all the post partum hormonal madness, and regain some feeling of normalcy out the other end.

I hope all this frustration and resentment is indicative that things are about to kick off. I can't take much more of this!