All I ever do is complain everything and eat, sometimes I even complain about eating. I’m actually just sat around all day waiting to give birth, I can’t even clean up to prepare for the baby because Marty is decorating the bathroom and just making everywhere untidy and messy again, so what’s the point?! I can’t wait until he finishes the bathroom, just so I can get stuck in and get the flat all sorted for the baby coming, I could go into labour at any day now!