Preggo Rage.

[ladymalfoy]

Husband eating too load for my liking. He's keeping his mouth closed but eating very quickly and just making way too much noise. I really want to scream and yell at him to stfu but I know its hormones. And he's talking too loud. I'm so close to meltdown.

I'm so glad I've found this. I have the Rage.
This morning, some twat couldn't drive his piece of shit car out of his parking space in the hospital car park.

He got it halfway out and then got stuck, and spent 10 minutes moving backwards and forwards in a straight line, getting nowhere. I couldn't get my car out until he'd moved.
Eventually (much to the delight of his poor wife in the passenger seat), I physically hauled him by the collar out of his car, climbed in, and had it removed from the parking space and ready for him to drive away in less than 30 seconds. My parting shot was "Do you want me to drive the fucker home for you as well?". Cleverly, he just looked embarrassed and didn't say a word, or I think I may well have killed him. Arsehole.

Am having Braxton Hicks contractions all the time, and they are bloody sore. Bent over the table the other day, in quite a bit of pain, and my OH came over, rubbed my back, and told me to "remember to breathe through the pain". He wasn't so clever when I punched him in the stomach. Was actually aiming for the balls but missed.

nousernamesleft you are my hero!

Dh has no taste buds. None. Not a single one. He douses everything in various types of chilli sauce because otherwise it has "no flavour". He just made me a bowl of noodles for lunch and now I am dying of heartburn. I may be the first person ever to suffer from a fatal case of reflux, but I am definitely dying.

He just carried on munching his volcanic noodles. Bastard.

Hmm, that could actually be me ontherun. I put SO much hot sauce in everything dh hates it. I also put loads of salt in everything as I have stupidly low blood pressure and it's the only thing that keeps me from passing out.

Poor you, even I'm avoiding the hot sauce with this acid though.

I'm going to kill dh when he comes home. I mean, actually 100% rip him a new one.

I've just woken from a nap and know he's out on the boat picking up the midwife yet I hear someone in the house. Smashing stuff. I try to call him, no answer, so in a very uncharacteristic show of aggression (motherly protection must have kicked in) I contort myself and pull one of my ligaments trying to get gunny out from under the bed. (Please don't judge, I used to have a lovely gunny which I sold the second I found out I was pregnant as it felt wrong, this is an old family heirloom which isn't very gangsterish).

I sit on the bed for a minute or so trying to decide if I have the balls to stet waving gunny around, at this point I can hear someone coughing and more smashing noises. May I point out that I've just watched 2 series of sons of anarchy back to back and my imagination was running riot. Although actually, it didn't NEED to run riot as there is someone in my house smashing stuff!

I decide I don't and remember 911, I'm literally just dialling when that utter prick I married texts me to tell me he bumped into an electrician at the store and asked him to come run some more plug sockets through the house.

I actually can't believe he'd do this. Of all the stupid things you can do, to let someone walk around your house to wake up your pregnant, sleeping wife without telling her has to be up there with the most stupid.

Thank Christ I didn't jump out on the poor guy wielding a gun, sobbing my head off in my very short nightie which shows my arse. I've offered him a cup of tea and banana cake and told him about his narrow escape to which he said "my wife would shoot me if I did something like that!"

Bummy can you hurry up and have your baby now please. I am worried about you. Do they do elcs where you are? Can you be induced or something cos I honestly fear for your safety.

I had an incident in supermarket and ended up I insulting a pensioner. Fucker clacked his false teeth at me for pulling him up on being rude to me so I hissed at him and swore at him in greek. I think I swore at him in greek. Don't speak it so no idea but a friend of mine had a greek bf once and it sounded familiar.

I love this thread! my partner thinks its ok to leave his slippers outside the bedroom door. just in the right place for me to trip on them during a midnight pee run. then he gets angry when I throw these slippers across the room! !!! plus I want to punch him in the throat when he snores. grrrrrr!!

What was the incident Frouby? You conveniently glossed over what actually happened LOL!

I just saw the midwife. She'll let me go until next Monday then she'll do a sweep and if that doesn't work try castor oil. She thinks I'm about to drop though.

The fucking electrician walked into the room when she was measuring me. Dh told him that we needed the bedroom light fixing. I want a new dh. Mine is clearly a moron.

Was a minor but fucking annoying incident bm.

Was in aldi at checkout in queue. End of conveyor belt. Belt full of other people's shopping. Decided I deserved a naice bunch of flowers. Went about 10 paces to pick up a bunch. By the time (maybe 20 seconds) I got back to my trolley which I had left in the queue the old git who was originally behind the woman who was behind me had started unloading his very very fulm trolley onto the 2 inches of space that he had made by scooting someone else's shopping down.

I wasn't going to say anything until he pushed my trolley back into my bump so he could get his trolley parallel to the belt.

I pushed it back and the fucker tutted at me. Actually fucking tutted. Bastard.

So I told him he had pushed in, was rude and if he pushed my trolley into my bump one more time I wouldn't be responsible for my actions. That's when he clacked his false teeth at me. Bastard old gimmer.

Hope you pop soon. You poor bastard. I'm 36 weeks on Friday. Probably having a elcs at 39 weeks and I can't wait to not be pregnant.

Bastard DP taken to humming 'like a rubber ball' and thinks its funny. Slapped his baldy patch quite hard this morning though so he might stop that little gem. And I had to bite him again this morning for space invading in bed.

Frouby!

Smiles - just piss in his slippers next time he does it, that will soon make him think about his actions

I would have unleashed hell on that man frouby Who the fuck tuts?

I had a spectacular rage at DP last night. The fucker rips foil off the roll wrong. The box is designed with a serrated edge for christs sake. How hard is it to pull how much you want then rip it using the special edge so the foil stays neat. DP apparently is incapable of this simple task. He takes the foil out of the box and then just rips it willynilly so the edge of the foil is all wonky. Then never puts it back in the fucking box. Just leaves it on the side. He got the foil and two plates thrown at his head last night because this was the 3rd time I had told him to use the foil properly and he didn't.

Today he is being unreasonable by breathing too loud and jiggling his leg constantly and crunching his toast. I'm not allowed to rage at him though because his uncle died in the night and he is upset. It feels much better to rant on here though whilst hiding in the bathroom.

I'm fucking fed fucking fucking cunting UP!!
Dh is using tickets that I bought almost a year ago to go and see our favourite comedian on Friday night and I can't go cos ds stupid drama teaching bastards have planned a performance for the same time and I have to bring him and watch it and fuck sake! And THEN on Saturday night he's going to Manchester which is a long fucking way away to watch some cunts boxing each other. What am I doing? Watching some poxy (sorry ds) drama performance and twiddling my swollen bloody thumbs ALONE having no fun ever because soon I'll have a baby and it's not fair. Bastards.

rage?

last night as i entered stage two of my current and un-ending labour; at the same time I realised one of my sisters had left the gas on the stove on. (On my way out the door).

1. Cue a wild rant about how she deserves to never have children. (She's looking after my son while I deliver).

1. I get to the hospital and get assigned a midwife that could not understand how to take blood pressure so I ripped off the cuff and demonstrated it on her. I made sure to squeeze the cuff extra hard.

1. This morning I get a stupid text from a frenemy gloating about her child (despite knowing my child has a disability and that I don't like to hear people comparing children)....so I asked her if her and her husband are continuing to sleep in separate beds.

1. Sent back 8 cups of tea until it was the right colour. Tea should NOT be grey. Ever.

This has made me laugh so much!!!! They don't tell you this sort of thing in "what to expect when you are expecting"!

I had a melt down when my BF bought us chips home for tea (took him hours, probably needed a break from me) and he dared to bring them home without gravy...I sent him back out with no success, he then tried to make bisto gravy instead...ABSOLUTE JOKE! The whole saga just tipped my over the edge....haven't cried and screamed like that since I was about 12!! Seriously who the fuck wants dry chips!

Also the next person who tells me to "just enjoy it" when referring to pregnancy will get some placenta thrown in their face post birth!

angry byrd. I love it!!!

Ahhh Gemma glad it's not just me that has 'meltdowns'. DD aged 9 refers to my tantrums as meltdowns too. In fact she is so impressed by the response I tend to get from DP when I have one she has started having them as well.

When I asked her why she was having them she declared she was 'at a funny age and full of hormones' so as entitled as me to have a hormonal meltdown. We had 'the chat' in the holidays and she got a spot last week so convinced she is about to start her periods.

Fair play to her though if she can use her hormones from being 9 to get her Primarni budget doubled whilst shopping with DP for yoof club clothes!

Had the rage at school gates today. About a million kids all crowding round the dog trying to stroke her. Poor dog petrified of the snot nosed little bastards and climbing up my leg. Told them all to leave her alone. One smart arse asked if she would bite if they didn't. Told him she wouldn't but I would and growled and barred my teeth at them.

Odd childminder who had until that point been ignoring the 3 kids she was responsible for suddenly woke up and herded her income away from the mad pregnant woman. Imagine explaining to a parent that you had let one of their kids get bitten by another adult! PMSL. The thought of her doing it made me smile a bit derranged and made her go even faster.

The good news is that I have done all my housework for the week now though and all the ironing and even some paperwork. Rage is good when channeled and didn't even get much lip from DD when told to put her clothes away.

Oh don't I was so measured at work today. We have problems with our database team who continually change the system with no consultation and don't tell us when it's changed. Proverbial last straw to see that an area custom designed for our team had been changed so it fit the global standard. After consulting with a regional database rep I emailed the manager who is nice and was nice back.

I then get a reply highlighting in green something nice colleague had done for me and some gibberish about why they couldn't change back my pages. To finish with that saying I need to 'channel my enquiries in one direction'.

I'll give you channeling you geeky patronising twat trying to make out I haven't got a clue what I'm talking about when the fault is all on your side. Stop wasting my fucking time. I have a fucking masters degree in records and information management! My DH would be delighted if you become my verbal punchbag, are you volunteering for the position?

I thought I was quite restrained in asking again for a meeting and clarification on the channeling. And got my meeting by the way haha. It is work after all and my rage can only be allowed to go so far. I went and bitched about it to nice colleague instead.

How do I make sure I contain this at work. I have no time in my life for idiots!

frouby that has me laughing so much. I bet you have an impressive growl!

Rage,i am feeling it.A guy i work with,only know his first name,makes some comment about the bump,then follows it by rubbing my back in a patronising way.Before i have recovered from that he then goes to rub that forbidden place my precious bump. i do not know you!!!.Take your hands off my bump!!I lost it and then shouted at the top of my voice that i was going to buy a t-shirt with bolded touch and you lose a hand!!!I am tired of people commenting on how big i am. Every freaking day someone mentions how big i have become,Stop it all of you wankers, i was here with you yesterday, how big have i become in the last 12hrs. I am 22 weeks not 50. Leave me alone and i do not wish to discuss my baby names with any of you.Just for the record i am not relieved i am having a boy, i would have been relieved even if i was having another girl because my desire was not to have a boy and a girl, i just wanted two or more kids regardless of their sex.Bugger off!!! That felt good..

Sometimes it's not even big occurrences that stem these great moments of rage but little things that just niggle at you no end.

E.g.

SNORING. Fucking snoring!!!! Granted I adore my boyfriend, wouldn't change him for the world and do miss him a great deal when he is working away. Usually I can tolerate his snoring and sleep through it but the other night I ended up shouting and fidgeting as wildly as I could (arms a-flailing, huffing and puffing - you name it I could of won an oscar for my dramatic performance).

Then literally ten minutes ago my darling older brother (27 but mentally still 12) decides to play a game on his phone with the most annoying, repetitive sounds. Normally, like the snoring I can block this out, but again I ended up becoming a drama queen making a massive deal out of it!

I suppose it's better than crying, which is what I spent most of my first trimester doing. I could barely walk past clothes shops without lustfully gazing at those gorgeous clothes, my lovely boyfriend offering to treat me to a new dress, then me suddenly bursting into tears telling him he is so insensitive, does he not realise I will soon enough be too fat to wear any of that stuff!

The joys of pregnancies ladies, let's embrace it!!!

I'm 32 weeks pregnant, but measuring about 36 apparently, so my bump is sizeable, but i'm only 5'4" so not exactly massive. If one more person asks if i'm having twins I swear i'll attack. I've just been going for the succinct Fuck Off response.

But still. I can't make it another 8 weeks, the idea of being overdue is awful and I can't do it. I don't think I could cope with the rage.

Also, DH sleeps in the middle of the bed, technically on his pillow, but right on the edge of it. Which means he's so flippin close to me all the time, I just want to be left alone!

And I've got a cold. And reflux. Motherfuckers, the lot of them (this applies to any and all things pissing me off)

loving this thread. bummummy hope all is well

sharing some of these with dh, who pulled his 'worried' face.
Not had much rage yet but only 21 weeks, 'tis early days..

People walked ridiculously slow in front of me during my precious lunch break- nearly scissor kicked them in the back if the head.

I would pay money to see a heavily pregnant lady scissor kick someone in the back of the head.

So I've just ventured down into the basement for the first time in 8 months as the puppy had disappeared.

It's like night of the living dead down there. Dead animals EVERYWHERE (5 cats have obviously been using it as a kitty morgue) and a very happy puppy chewing away on a mouthful of cat shit.

DH is a fucking pig. No wonder he's kept me out of there. Except he's been telling me the stairs are too steep not that he's a lazy, disgusting human.

I've put one of the more decomposed dead things (think it's a bird) on his precious iPad as a satanic warning to tidy up when he gets home.

I was also begging for a tissue for 10 minutes this morning (was stuck like a big fat turtle in bed) and he was ignoring me. Playing on aforementioned iPad. Luckily he had a t-shirt on the bed so I blew my nose in that.

Take note everyone, if they ignore you or piss you off - take action. It works way better than the whining.

My uterus is causing me massive rage. Why won't it work?! 42 weeks today.

You lot need to calm the fuck down,seriously,get a grip,you are pregnant,that does not give you the right to go around hauling peple out of cars and punching people in stomachs.

confusedabouted

Thank you for your polite and succinct response.

Sadly, I feel you may have misjudged the situation and think that everything everyone says is totally true. I'm confident (and I await being contridicted) that some of these comments are exagerated. Thank you for your concern all the same.