to think that as I'm 38 wks pg, I deserve a bit of consideration?

[Sparklyboots]

DP, colleagues, 'friends' and family continue to do frankly inconsiderate stuff all fucking day. Many of them breathe audibly. I am subject to people chewing their fucking food, making casual conversation and even commenting on the size and shape of my bump, as if it's a massive fucking surprise that I might look heavily pregnant at this stage. Not one of them seems able to reconcile my condition, of which they are patently aware, with their endlessly inconsiderate existence. WIBU to emigrate?

I'd had enough at work by 32 weeks- patients actually used to turn up to their appointments with problems (and I really couldn't be arsed by that stage). You need to be at home nesting - or watching cash in the attic.

Karole I hope you told them that. 'Well, you might be carrying your head under your arm, but I'm fucking pregnant in case you haven't noticed.'

Sparkly, I recommend eating more chocolate. Or ice cream. Or Haribo. Whichever you like best at the moment.

You will still hate everyone, but you'll be able to do it even more energetically.

When the 'have you had the baby?'s start you actually allowed to hit people.

YANBU
I'm 33 weeks. Im tired. Dh was a moody grumpy arse to me tonight because he had a headache, he also stayed home with toddler and had an hours nap at lunchtime. I on the other hand left the house at 8, worked until 2 then collected the toddler and did the weeks food shop.

And he is tired...

if you can't get them to emigrate at least you can get them out of the room, and with the correct technique, you can get them to spend four hours or so away from you in a and e.

lie too. your due date is at least one week after the real one, ok

FFS it just gets worse. DP had to return some films, so I followed the brilliant advice here and requested ice cream. He muttered something about frozen fruit; I ignored rather than get into an undignified slanging match. He came back totally empty handed! To think that I had even considered letting him eat in the same room as me (as long as there was nothing crunchy in said ice cream. And he promised not to slurp or make those irritating sounds of appreciation that people insist upon - 'yum!' and the like). His 'rationale' was that ice-cream 'is just sugar'. !!!!!! Well

1. no it fucking isn't; it's sugar and highly processed dairy products. If I'd wanted something that was predominantly sugar I'd have fucking said 'sorbet'
2. it's high sugar content is the basis of my request
3. I am 38 weeks pregnant

fucking breathers.

and..

frozen fruit?!

LTB.

... if anyone gets on my case about my rage induced grammar lapse, I will find them and kill them. If it's any consolation, I'm openly weeping stinging tears of rage about it myself.

Oh yanbu, I'm 36 weeks and I hate everyone. You could try and emigrate if you'd be allowed onto a plane, but I think the best course of action is having everyone else move away for the next couple of weeks to give you some peace.