Is it pg hormones or am I a cow?

[lagertops]

I don't know what it is, but other people have really started to grate on me. It's like I've suddenly been hit with a dose of intolerance. Here are some examples, feel free to flame, sympathise with me and share experiences, or look at me like this

1. When stocking up at work, if someone comes close to me, waits for me to finish expectantly, leans over me, or takes something I have just put there, it makes me cringe internally with annoyance and want to yell 'fuck off you fucking fuck! Get away from my personal space!' unless its a child, of course.

1. If I'm on the bus, and someone sits next to me, I tense up. Annoyance is thrown into the mix if I know there are tonnes of seating upstairs, but they are too lazy to go up (I'm 6 months pregnant so don't want to risk falling, what's your excuse?) I know they've paid their fayre, the same as me, but I want a gap next to me for the short 20 minutes that it takes me to get to work! If I'm reading the paper, I get really flustered, and want to scream because I can't open my paper fully.

1. People sitting across from me when I'm eating. I just want space, I don't want to look into your eyes when I'm eating, nor do I want to hear you smacking your lips, not even just once.

1. Big crowds. I live in Edinburgh, so you can imagine, especially during the Fringe, how packed the streets can be. I know I'm part of the problem, but most people are shoppers on their day off. I'm usually commuting to work, and I only shop when it's dead middle of the night in 24 hour Asda to avoid people. Couple this with having to dodge tourists stopping dead in the street to take photos of bagpipers/ castles and it really does my pan in. I just want to live!

1. Supermarket arseholes. As I mentioned, I do my supermarket shopping late at night. This is partly because I hate the vultures congregating in the reduced bit. I rarely buy reduced items, but its actually just the sorry sight of them all battling it out over squashed 18 pence samosas that makes me want to pick my eyelashes out. Another thing I don't like is going to tills. I'd rather use the self-service. I'd rather just get the job done myself without the small talk, but I think this is mostly because my mum was once asked at the tills by a complete dingbat if she was 'On her second marriage' as my two brothers have a bit of an age gap .

You asked!

pictish, yep, I'm convinced its the festivals fault now. I'm going with blaming the festival. It's all over now, so maybe my stress levels will go down and I'll become reasonable again.

Lagertops I can empathise. Almost 39 weeks and have definitely got more grumpy and miserable in the last couple of months. As I know I am being irrational I internalise it, so can understand the venting on here.

At the moment I just want to be left alone and not see anyone, unfortunately people are being very kind (how dare they) and coming round to help make sure everything is sorted for the baby's arrival. I'm hoping I become more rational and less cow like shortly

Kirjava if you would go 14 rounds with someone over a samosa, then yes. If you are polite and dignified and wait your turn, then no.

That's me and I ain't pregnant.

No, you are not being a cow. People picking apart what you have posted and ganging up on you however ...

Ah, I see. I know what you mean. Perhaps my pregnancy hormones that are making me a bit sensitive, but it sure feels like that's what shop assistants are thinking of me as I reach for the 75% off beef mince.

(I've been shoved out of the way for a value pizza before)

If people are desperate they will act like 'vultures'. I've done it myself in the past when we were at rock bottom because bringing food home for my children was more important than 'being polite and dignified and waiting my turn.'

Could definitely sympathise with the others, especially the personal space one. But I think you overstepped the mark there to be honest.

You never know if someone is hiding a disability and can't walk up stairs.

I'm not disabled but sustained a sport injury recently that means it would be difficult/impossible for me to walk up steep, swaying stairs. Even more so if I had bags. But there are no outward signs of this injury. I would sit next to you downstairs on the bus, and I don't give a shit if it annoys you.

Jewelled come on, the bottom deck of the bus isn't always full capacity with people with buggies, pregnant women, broken arms, elderly people and the like. Before I was pregnant I always went upstairs to give the old folks and that the best seat possible. Of course, you can't always tell but I'm not really going to apologise for having a brief 'ffs' in my head when some group of skippy teenagers plonk themselves beside me.

They've paid the same Fayre as you and can plonk themselves in any empty seat they choose to.

You're not royalty, you're just pregnant!

Agree with Worra. And I'm pregnant.

Agree with Worra & Daley too. You sound positively cowish real word

Your post makes you sound like a bit of a snobby cow tbh. I hope it is just the hormones.

And if you think you're above rubbing shoulders with (gasp) the general public on the bus, maybe you should drive, or get a taxi. People can sit wherever the hell they want and it's you with the problem, not them. If I ever have to get a bus I will never go upstairs, I got SPD in pregnancy and 5 months later my knees and hips still get very sore if I twist/bend/strain them etc. On the outside I look like a fit 24 year old, but I'm heavily dosed up on codeine & naproxen just to get out of the house.

I would like to point out that not everyone who shops in the reduced aisle has fallen in hard times. My DM is comfortably ok, but still refuses to buy full price stuff where possible.

She doesn't need to, she's just tight. It annoys my DDad to the point where he refuses to shop with her.

I think giving the op a hard time is a bit unfair. We've all been unreasonable while pg, surely

I tend to get claustrophobic in crowds and that gets worse in pregnancy. Queuing is worst as the standing still gets me light headed, and in DS1's pregnancy it triggered panic attacks. Early in DS2's pregnancy (long before I was showing) I got stuck in a long crowded queue in a cafe. The claustrophobia built up and I had people and their trays rubbing my back. It took a lot of inner strength to resist turning around at exploding at them. Even overhearing their great discussion about what sandwhich to choose exceeded my tolerance quota.

I knew it was the hormones being mean. (I'd love it if there were queuing exemption cards in pregnancy. Especially early on when you feel like death and the blood pressure's a bit low.)

Other hormonal over reactions included sobbing at not getting a wheelie bin out in time (and risking it not being emptied before Christmas if baby came early) and the horror of risking 6 weeks of rubbish mounting up.
The other was the indignation of a neighbour putting rocks on the edge of the bend in our drive (their grass) and what it could do to the wheels if I went astray. I didn't park on the drive for the last two weeks, but it was that I was finding prolonged twisting to reverse too difficult. That finished me off. (By the time I came to drive after and could turn around again, the outrage passed)

As long as you know you're being hormonal and don't take it out on anyone, you're fine.

Don't worry too much op. even if you are being a cow you are only thinking these things. In RL what happens in your own head is entirely your own business.

I hope it is pregnancy hormones bizarrely I hate people invading my space normally but pregnancy makes me more tolerant. Have people starting to fondle your bump yet? That's always a joy

Best of luck with the rest of your pregnancy.

I think you sound tired and hormonal but lovely OP.
I prescribe sitting in bed with a cup of tea and a large bar of chocolate.

How on earth do you know that "skippy teenager" isn't injured or disabled in some way, lager? I know loads that look fine on the outside, indeed act fine (especially if their with their mates) but have medical conditions that trump pregnancy a thousand times over, that make it hard to walk up stairs!

Who made you in charge of deciding who could sit downstairs?

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Dear god OP. You sound like me and i am not preggers. I drive live in the middle of nowhere with a shit bus service so don't use the bus often but i know if i did daily it would annoy me when people sit next to me if there are plenty of seats.

Re the 'vultures' i like a bargain as much as anyone but i have basic manners. This happens daily in the local M & S......people loitering and following behind the shop assistant to snap up the stuff she puts a label on. I can't imagine they are living in poverty while shopping in marks and sparks.

I moved my computer the other day as the sight of my manager eating his soup gave me the rage.

OP is clearly venting on here to avoid having a meltdown in Sainsburys. Is she being unreasonable? Probably. But I bet most pregnant people are at some point (I'm pregnant and I know I definitely am, numerous times a day).

Hope you feel a bit less stabby today, OP - I find chocolate helps.

Sorry but you are being a cow.

The world does not revolve around you and your preferences pregnant or not.

I'm sure that people find you, your routines, your mannerisms, your choices etc. extremely annoying.

You are being a cow, nasty and rude. You asked.