I've had two little ones thus far and I know what it is like to just want it to end after the real crap hits the fan. One thing I could suggest in this universe? Making nice with one of the gods or goddesses. That is how I had my first little one a month early. She was perfect, looked to term and everything.
My latest, though, I carried all the way. All I can suggest? Sticking close to the ones you love. I spent a lot of time with my boyfriend when I was pregnant with Ben. Also spend time with little ones; at least that is what worked with me. When I got angry I played with my daughter, or some of her little friends.