Right now I hate him...

or maybe it's just despair.
Last night I got 2,5 hours sleep, mainly die to the fact that Rickard was lying too close to me with his face turned my way and breathing on me. Loudly. Tonight I woke up after a little less than two hours because of the toothache that still bothers me. I went up, got some more painkillers and sat up for 1,5 hours. It hurts significantly less when I sit up. Then I went to bed and slept half an hour. Woke up, still with toothache, but trying hard to fall asleep again. But of course he's lying there, breathing loudly and on me. Doesn't he want me to sleep?
So now I sit here, at 20 to 4 a.m, waiting for the clock to turn 8 or something so I can wake him up and get some sleep myself.

Derby

My husband is away watching the big derby between the soccer team we support (IFK Goteborg) and another team from our city. I wish I could have gone too, bit I'm way to big and tired to go to football games. So I'm listening to the radio which is old and very unreliable, suddenly the sound disappears and then it comes back.
Oh, I hear the sound of the supports shouting I, F, K and I long to be there.
In the morning I thought Rickard was going to miss the derby to because I had regular and somewhat painful contractions for several hours. But it has calmed down without any other results than loosening some more of the mucus plug.
Well maybe tomorrow. Or tonight if I'm lucky. I wouldn't mind sleeping a whole night before it starts, but I don't think I'll be able to anyway.
And another thing: Does my mother-in-law think that the baby will come sooner if she calls me every day, pestering me with questions? Bleh!

Edit: "My" team just made two goals! The second came 1,5 minutes after the first. Yippie!!