Is it pg hormones or am I a cow?

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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 .

I don't think you are being rude at all OP. Rude would be shouting 'bloody poor people - vultures!' in the supermarket. Or saying 'why can't you just go away and sit somewhere else' on the bus.

She is jyst thinking these things - not actually acting on them.

I think the person jabbing me in the bum with their shopping basket while waiting at the till is rude - i don't think i am rude for wanting a bit of personal space. Nor if i turn and ask them politely if they could stop digging the corner of the basket into me.

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

^^ That.

If you're normally relatively calm I'd say hormones.

My hormones meant my best friend made me want to pull my own teeth out.

Couldn't even stand anyone saying her name, it was horrible :( passed tho as soon as DS was born

I also used to walk thru crowds with my fists clenched and the panic attacks got worse

Hope it eases up

This post is making me realise how easy my pregnancy has been. I'm 36+1 and am starting to worry maybe I have a hormone shortage as I feel i'm more tolerant than I usually am!!!

I never have had an issue with personal space.

Pregnancy doesn't afford you the right to an extra seat on the bus.... Buy two tickets if you want two seats.

With your grumpy attitude, soon your problem with people sitting opposite you to eat will be solved as no-one will want to eat with you anyway!

I totally agree with you about crowds, I now avoid at all costs.

Keep shopping at 2am as you will have max personal space. Once your DC arrives you might change your opinion on reduced food when you are still on just-above minimum wage, less even when mp kicks in or child-care costs kick in.

Indeed, no matter how hormonal I'm feeling (I could cry at the sight of a full washing up bowl at the moment) I don't think I could get annoyed by people trying to buy cheap food for their families.

There's only so much you can blame on hormones.

Dunno if this is relevant guys, but I was offered a concert ticket (to see a band I love) recently and the idea of being in a crowded place made me really anxious and I declined. And I've been at Download festival in previous years, trying to coax my OH into a circle pit!

With regards to those who think I dislike the idea of people buying cheap food at the reduced bit, again I will say that I have no problem with this. One of my mantras is 'If its not something I would buy anyway, it's not really a bargain,' I think its a false economy at times, but that's a different thread. I don't particularly want a Tesco Finest tiramasu just because 60p has been knocked off. I think it's very judgemental and snobby to assume that everyone who goes to the reduced bit is skint. I avoid, for example, the Next sale because its like a cattle market (for the record, if you shop at Next you are not necessarily cattle ) and if I want cheap clothes I'll scour the Marie Curie shop or eBay where I can find a gem every now and again at my own perusal without being rammed into.

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

Totally disagree with this statement. If I were judged based on what I thought I'd have been locked up for murder long ago sorry dh

I don't think you can call someone rude or a cow just because you don't like the way they were thinking.

Sorry but you do sound like a bit of a cow.... YABU

you sound like someone who is aware they are not being any way as tolerant as they would normally be

I think I would like a chat with you in person actually, I am pregnant, in pain, and possibly as intolerant as you but I don't have to go on public transport so am not so tested.

Oh, it's definitely the pg, dear, I felt the same in both of mine. I even started a thread about how irritating it was to have to tolerate people perpetrating such crimes as attempting small talk with me and chewing their fucking food, for which I was not flamed, but only because people seemed to assume I meant chewing audibly and being nebby about the pg . I actually just found all people in the act of chewing extremely annoying and felt outraged by their presumption that I had any interest in talking to them. Etc.

I think your main mistake is any attempt to rationalise. Let's face it, anyone in the vicinity is just very fucking annoying while you are mid "bloom," don't try to make up complex reasons as to why they should sit upstairs on the bus, or change their shopping behaviour etc. Just know that literally nothing they can do will be in anyway acceptable unless they do it Out Of Your Sight.

Congratulations on your pg. My two are gorgeous, not at all affected by the foul mood in which they incubated...