My poor, sweet dh...he has all the personality and motivation of a cinder block when I'm in labor. Fortunately, I figured this out with my last and labored alone, at night, in the dark, wandering our house, until I was ready to push. Then he was on top of things, helping, coaching, encouraging and caught ds like a pro. But that man needs to stay the hell away from me while I labor....the last thing I need is his pudding face, staring at me, saying helpful things like "I don't know what to do. What should I do? Do you want a towel? What should I do? I'm hungry. Can I get you something? Does it hurt?"
Honestly, you'd think the man's brain was made of cheese the stupid things he says and does while I'm in labor. He means well, but his tactic when stressed is to go to sleep. So guess what he does the second I need him in labor? That's right, snooze-ville. With dd #2, he fell asleep, sitting upright, rubbing my back during contractions. With my mw, doula, and mother all hollering at him to wake up! With dd #1, he was either asleep in a chair next to the bed or in the cafeteria eating with his parents. I swear, every 30 minutes he'd disappear and come back smelling like Cheetos!!!!!
With ds, I wisely let him sleep, didn't even tell him I was in labor when he went to sleep, and woke him up 45 minutes before ds was born. Much better and I never felt like murdering him like I did the other times

And no, he didn't care at all that I hadn't told him. He was grateful, because, as he said, "I'm no good to you during labor anyway. I would have sat and stared at you until you punched my lights out!"