Preggo Rage.

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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.

Congrats Bummy!!

Now we both have babies :)

Just FYI, my baby blues are more rage! (Yay) no weeping, just more rage.

I got worried for a while because i was so calm and content...the mil saw to that and now the rage is back with full force.

Glad to hear birth isn't taking the edge off for you Rhib.

Kodak are the cause of me weeping tears of rage this morning. Bastarding printet won't fucking print. It tells me there is a paper jam. So I lift the paper out and reload it. Then it tells me to load paper so I do. Then it pulls it through about 6 inch then tells me there is a jam.

Was calm. Followed instructions on website. 3 times.

It didn't fucking work.

I suspect that the pen that DP wasn't supposed to use (its my special pen) that I asked him to put away in my bag where it lives is down the back of it Bastarding jammed in somewhere.

Luckily for the printer DP came home just as I hsd decided it was fucked and was going to smash it to bits just to find what it is. He took that and the hammer off me whilst I wept tears of pure rage. And has made me cheese on toast and told me to just buy a new one tomorrow.

What pushed me over the edge though is that I can't find anyone that sells that sort of printer. I only bought it about 18 months ago. And have a pack of inks to use in it.

Bastarding fucking cunting kodak 1.2 Bastarding thing.

And now I'm having bh and have indigestion from the cheese on toast. But if I walk past the printrr to get my gaviscon I can't promise I won't smash it up or tell it to pick a window.

DP going to try and mend it tomorrow. I best take the dog out while he does.

I started reading this thread yesterday for the first time and am only up to November 2nd. I was thinking about it this morning and I had come to the conclusion we feel stabby about our husbands to prepare ourselves for the fact the Baby has to come first and all our protectiveness is coming out in our hatred of our husbands .

Dh is in the kitchen over-seasoning my dinner again. He currently insists on being in charge of the cooking because I can't reach the sink to wash up (our kitchen was designed by a moron).

We are having a dishwasher delivered on Wednesday. On Thursday I am back in the kitchen and then I will HAVE MY REVENGE!!!

Ontherun- what is it with men and seasoning? Dp is the same, thinks everything is bland if it doesn't have black pepper galore, chillies and Tabasco in it. What is wrong with bland? I bloody well like bland and so does bump so cook it how We like it!!!!!

Hi, I love this thread btw!

I am 41 weeks. Yesterday could have murdered partner as, rather than being nice and just doing bedtime as he worked from home so was actually here in time, he let DD 'choose', inevitably psychically choosing the least keen parent (me). Did point out that I had got up with her and got her to school while he had lie in and I took her to park after (heroic in my current state). He said he would be fine to get up with her if he got to rest during the day too and implied that I had practically had day off the previous day.. Pointed out his fucking amnesia that I had spent all of her school day going from midwife to hospital when they couldn't find baby heartbeat with crap monitor, and spent 4 hours in triage being monitored and prodded, so when friend offered to take daughter to hers for tea after I had rushed back to school to get her to ballet it was hardly fucking time off! All he had to do that day was pick her up on way home and get her to bed.

After I did bedtime I spent half hour in sleeping daughters room playing on my phone as I was still so angry with him.

Love this thread can totally relate!

tiptop I am planning at least a week of pasta with pesto and cheese on toast.

I love this thread too. It may be the only thing keeping me out of prison.

That Bastarding Printer is still sat there all smug looking at me. And I swear it's fucking smirking at me.

Dsis who was here yesterday when it broke txt me last night to see if I had mended it. Told her no and was going to get hammer to it when DP takes dog out. She pointed out that I'd never mend it that way.

She has missed the point. I might not mend it but if its in pieces I've won.

Bastard DP put his hammer in car and hid keys. Bastard.

smash the printer up a little bit. Tap it with the hammer just hard enough for it to hurt a bit frouby it needs to know it's place and that you are not to be messed with.

I don't like ANY of my friends. Every time I go out with them and have to listen to their inane, self-absorbed chatter I am silently fantasizing about slapping their faces. Every one of them! I'm sure it's partly to do with being sober but how have I not noticed how annoying they are until now?!

Itchy and stretchy. Keep rubbing in the creams but it's so uncomfortable. If I snooze in the day I can't sleep at night and my boobs feel prickly and stretchy as well. Can't fit in the shower cubicle and can't be arsed to run a bath.
And I've got 5 weeks to go.
At least I'm on mat leave now.

I hate Mondays.

The lift was broken so I had to hobble twice as far to get to an alternate route to my office. It frustrates me that I have no one to blame for this. I would have given the lift a good kicking but my hips hurt too much, so instead I threw my crutches on the floor and swore a lot.

I hate Mondays.

I have to walk to the mw today. It's at a different place than usual because she didn't have a space for me in the usual clinic. This means I have to walk an extra mile to get to the new health centre. I cannot be fucking bothered. I am tired after being in hospital until 2am after thinking my waters had broken. Nobody was entirely sure if it was my waters or not so had two doctors and a mw rummaging around in my foof and jabbing me with a swab only for them to give their medical diagnosis of "it probably wasn't your waters, but keep an eye on it at home and come back if you get any pains.
My feet and legs are so swollen no fucking shoes fit me, so I have to wear DPs ones and they look like clown shoes. I have a party to go to tonight that I have no enthusiasm for. Who wants to go and sit in a corner sipping diet coke whilst watching all your friends and family get ratarsed?

frouby how's the printer?

Its still fooked whisper. Bastard Thing sat at the side of me now but I've covered it up with a big pile of Bastard Paperwork so I can't see as much of it. But the paper tray at the back is sticking out a bit and looking a bit cheery for my liking. I really, really want to smash it up so see what has fell down the back and jammed it but I know that if it is something of DP's I'll kill the fucker and I need him to get me to the hospital if I go in labour.

So the resentment between me and printer grows and festers and lingers on. Printer now worried that I haven't picked it up and shook it or poked it with something for 24 hours and is wondering what my next move is. Bastard Thing going in the bin. But I'm going to wait until friday when I can buy a new one. And then unpack new one in plain site of the Bastard Thing so it can see what it has driven me to. And sweat a bit longer before I take it outside and launch it into the bin with the shittiest, muckiest split bin bag in there. And then take great pleasure in changing the chip pan oil and pouring the old oil on top of it.

That should teach it a lesson. Never, ever fuck with a pg woman.

Cancel your midwife appoinment. Or get a taxi there or even a bus. Or ask for a home visit. If you saw loads of folk last night and they have had a look up your fanny etc I doubt the M/W dipping your pee, measuring your bump and taking your blood pressure is going to tell you anything you couldn't wait a few days for.

I'm glad I don't have to work or be civil to people on a regular basis. I don't think I could cope. The only people that don't annoy me are DD, DP (most of the time) and the Dog. Everyone else can fuck right off as far as I'm concerned. And when my baby is here and they all want a cuddle they can fuck off some more. I haven't seen anyone other than family for weeks on end. No one phones to see how I am or if I need anything doing. No one has offered to help and no one has nipped down with chocolate for me. Bastards can all fuck off!

try tipping it up frouby pick it up, turn it over and give it a good shake

I would cancel it, but I just know in a few days time I will be even less motivated to go. Also DP is finishing early today to come with me and I am going to persuade him to take me for lunch somewhere. I need to get out of the flat to somewhere that isn't medical or the cinema.

Hi Everyone,

 I had little Isla on Wednesday the 20th. Two days early because I had a really bad headache and because I had preeclampsia last time. 

 It was a nice experience and although I want 4 children, I think I'm done having them the good old fashioned way.

Frouby I really think that printer needs a good kicking. At the very least.

I have nearly finished my work and could go home early for once, but there is a plumber in my cellar who will be making a horrible noise and lots of mess. I can't get angry with him because he's plumbing in the washing machine to make room in the kitchen for the dishwasher. Plus, obviously, we asked him to do it and we're paying him. Also I can't get angry at dh because he offered to work from home today to supervise.

Therefore I cannot go home.

Also, the next person who tells me they were "hardly showing" at 25 weeks, with a sideways glance at my frankly enormous bump is going to find themselves upside down in the nearest bin. And I don't care if I have to dislocate my hip to do it.

I hate Mondays.

Congratulations AngryByrd

I'm 30 weeks and for the most part have avoided the rage (except for bad drivers) but oh my god! It has hit! I have just seen a post on a local mums Facebook group in on written in what I presume is "text speak" e.g wat, rite, coz, bin, no (for know). I want to hunt down the woman and punch her in her stupid illiterate face!!!! Baby is going nuts poor thing as I am so irrationally fuming! Deep. Breaths. Deep. Breaths.

making funny comments about whether DH is the father of our baby is just implying i'm a slag. That is why i don't find it funny you stupid fucking moron!
im so glad i found this thread

ancelynthecraven - please get your liver function checked as you could have obstetric cholestasis which is dangerous to the baby. Excessive itching is a sign.

Yay Rhib and Angry. Congrats!!

So Eifion Paul was 7.7 and is lush. I love him and feel all bubbly and fuzzy when I look at him.

But. Let me tell you, preggo rage doesn't have a patch on Mama bear rage. If you're that way inclined that your hormones can be strong and you get cross easily then start buckling shit down now.

Dh has just put a huge wash of all ds' clothes on boil wash then tumbled on high heat. Despite me saying for MONTHS that WE CAN NOT TUMBLE MOST OF HIS BABY STUFF AS ITS ALL NICE EXPENSIVE COTTON THAT WILL FUCKING SHRINK. So pretty much all of his nice newborn stuff is fit only for Barbies now.

Thing is, I can't actually yell (and don't want to) now ds is here so I've had to find other coping mechanisms for his shit. Snarling and emailing him threats of what I'll do when I'm allowed to get out of bed are all I can manage right now.

Any bright spark tells me I'm lucky to have a dh that'll help with the washing - do one.

This is hilarious but I can relate on every level and I'm still early days! For no reason I keep wanting to throw whatever I have in my hand at DH!

He over seasons stuff too and I've now taken to refusing to eat it!

As a teacher I find myself having to breathe very deeply when an irritating child is in range!!

I am 37 weeks today. I celebrated with a pizza. Ordered food for the 3 of us.

Guess who's food got left in the shop?

I wasn't angry much. No. Not really.

Pizza man made the 4 mile round trip very quickly though!

And tomorrow I am going Christmas shopping with DD and my DM. DM is full of ideas of where we will go. We are going to the out of town retail park. We are not going to the mahosive shopping centre that will be absolutely packed because I am very liable to kill some fucker. I nearly lost plot in supermarket today.

2 weeks to go to elcs. Thank fuck for breech babies because I can't do 4 more weeks of this. In fact he can come early for me. But not tomorrow. Too busy lol.

PILs have been with us since Wednesday and I am climbing the fucking walls.

Thursday was my grandfather's funeral. It was a lovely day, but surrounded by people, which is really the last thing I want at the moment.

PILs are driving me insane. They are so relentlessly naice. I just want a couple of days with no-one but dh and ds, so I can burst into tears whenever I want, and not have to be so fucking polite to everyone.

I miss my grandpa. He was never polite.