Evenin' all.
Warning, grumpy cow alert!
Ventured out of the house to my parents today. First time I've been anywhere other than the antenatal clinic in two weeks!
Really wished I hadn't bothered though. We thought we were only popping in to see my sister before she goes back home, but they had done another Christmas dinner, so not only did we spend the entire time sat in the lounge on our own while they were in the kitchen, Mum spent the entire time complaining that I haven't had the baby yet, she's getting tired, her bad knee hurts and at this rate she won't be able to help out with the boys! (Wouldn't be the first time, didn't see her for 10 days after DS2 was born as she was so tired!) Bubs isn't even due for another week fgs! Then when I said its ok and we could manage fine without her she took offence that she's not needed - aaaarrgghh!
Why do people do that. Go ott cooking a meal noone expected or wanted in the first place, then spend the entire day complaining about how much hard work it was and how they weren't up to it. Especially when they won't let anyone help.
We deliberately spent Christmas Day at home this year to avoid all this rubbish and to be honest I am a more than a bit annoyed that we've ended up getting it anyway.
On top of that. PILs didn't turn up on Christmas Day after promising the DCs that they would. This resulted in lots of tears from DS2. They said they would come on Boxing Day, but MIL is obviously in a strop about us not visiting on Christmas Day and sent PIL with some family presents instead and he stayed all of 10 minutes. Cue more disappointed children!
Actually, if I'm honest I am generally grumpy at the moment anyway. Had a truly dreadful night again last night. Ended up sitting on the side of the bed in tears, having tried absolutely everything to get to sleep and failed dismally. Then when I did eventually manage to fall asleep I woke up three times in the middle of anxiety attacks and had killer acid reflux which I haven't had since the first trimester so didn't have any gaviscon! Between that and mega restless legs, I didn't know where to put myself.
DH did a lame male version of sympathy by making a sympathetic noise and putting his hand on my back before promptly falling back to sleep.
Isn't the middle of the night a really lonely place to be when you are feeling rough?
I'd forgotten just how horrible the nights are at the end of pregnancy.
Oh yes, and to cap it all DS2 is coming down with a cold and I am paranoid he'll get really poorly again!
Sorry to whinge folks. I know there are people on here with far greater problems than mine. Just needed to vent. Will promise to cheer up now.