I am 32 weeks and am so irritated by 20 different minor discomforts want to KILL KILL KILL. Jealous of the rest of humanity WALKING not WADDLING around with no sore fanny. Rant moan whinge. I'm off now to criticise DH for something.
I am 37+2 and bloody sick of life, sick of the uncomfortable squirming, sick of the stabbing bladdery pains, sick of the effort it takes to turn over in bed and sick of having nothing nice to wear (have grown out of most of my maternity clothes even) I am sick of being a big fat lump of poo. That is how this stage of the proceedings feels