Bless him, Andrew kept trying to stroke my back and at one point I just glared at him and siad "Enough with the stroking. No stroking." So I was quite polite. But I wanted to say "@#$% off!!"

I can also remember telling him to stop breathing near me......he had had a cup of coffee and the coffee breath was terrible.....I think your sense of smell goes through the roof in labour..........(yeah, great idea Lucy, tell the father of your unborn child to "stop breathing"!!)