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.

It's called seething rage. I'm aware I sound a bit daily mail and probably unlikeable. Maybe I'm just an unlikeable person.

Also where the fuck are you going to be walking for three miles? I ate a macaroons that we brought back from the restaurant last night.

I've pulled all my legs because I was a smug bitch and wore five inch suede boots last night, serves me right.

I can't wear anything but Birkenstocks or Crocs now. That makes me angry too.

Baby is making me annoyed today even. The little angel shit has turned into a weird sideways-posterior position and if he doesn't shift it may be a c section.

3 miles would literally KILL me. My back would actually snap.

I'm fucking furious too. This morning I caught an early train to work , and someone had the temerity to sit next to me! The bastard! There were loads of spare seats, and he sat on my bag, the twat.

I also managed to time going out to get my lunch at exactly the same time as everyone who is an A grade fuckwit too, Waitrose was chockablock with them.

I'm just furious, and my way of dealing with people is to act like Yul Brynner in the King and I. Abrupt, glowering and using stamping as a viable method of communication. Serves the fuckers right.

After having pretty much no sleep last night due to being in sodding agony, dh wakes me up at 6am by playing - wait for it - Coldplay.

What.the.actual.fuck?

I'm too tired for rage but after a coffee or a nap he's fucking dead.

Oh I love bummummy! I have parents evening, absolutely certain to invoke an out of control rage which may mean my child is asked to leave. It's a wanky private school which we get fat money off as DH works in a related school. DS may have ADD or dyspraxia and they are meant to be great with small classes etc but have done nothing but moan about how he needs curriculum differentiated as he can't concentrate to complete work the other (hothoused/ personality less/ kids of rich pushy twats) can. Fuck em they are losers who judge me for letting my kids listen kiss fm!!!! Rage building. Poor DH. Bet he's dreading taking the psycho Mom out in public!

People saying "Not long left now . . . "
Ffs, maybe for you its not long, but for me its weeks of indigestion, wind, piles, trying not to piss myself, being massive and trying to squeeze my ginormous norks in a normal size bra as I am too tired to go out and buy a new one.
Seriously I MAY KILL SOMEONE.
I watched a horror film earlier, I find them cathartic at the moment, I found myself making mental notes on ways to dispose of the bodies of people who say " was glowing when she was pregnant, she was lovely"

Some woman stood up on the train decided to rest her arse on my shoulder!!!!! Fuck off LOADS! Wanted to stab her in the bum cheek with my pen. Three weeks to go, and I can no longer cope with dh breathing in and out never mind anything else. I get up ten times a night for a tea spoon of wee - so tired all day yet can't sleep. Feel like telling everyone to get fucked, particularly the people who pretend not to see a full term pregnant woman on the train and barge in front of me.

And the people who say "hasn't it flown?" No it fucking hasn't. Maybe for you it has! Feels more like years than months to me. Was walking round the shops farting uncontrollably before. The time just flies by.

was watching the chase celebrity episode earlier and got the rage at Dr Hilary. I forget the question exactly, but the answer was panini. he answered pastrami. cue me screaming at the telly "pastrami is a type of meat you dickhead " I was so angry but only for like 20 seconds. I then cried with laughter at my pointless rage.

Smokers who are all standing in the street as I walk past and blow smoke in my face. Makes me want to projectile vomit all over them.

Two women said today 'don't wish away your last weeks, soon you'll be missing that little baby wriggling and kicking inside you' WTF? I just want this baby out. Can't sit ANYWHERE without back buckling, can't bend over and being kicked in the ribs is not my idea of fun. Irritating child moves the most when I'm the tiredest and trying to sleep.

Stupid people.

'Rest while you can' 'enjoy your final weeks of peace' 'ooh ho ho, you don't have any clue what's coming'.

Fuck you. Patronising, clueless pricks. It's quite often women that have had kids too which baffles me.

I had a really fun hour earlier throwing huge rotten cucumbers at dh whilst he was trying to paint a house. Not really any rage involved just preventative measures for any rage that may come later. And made better because I could remember him causing previous rage.

BM, I bet you a fiver you end up saying the same things to pregnant women within the year.

It's a rite of passage

Oh I'll make a point of it! :D

I had parents evening too earlier on in the week. Poor teacher lol. She looked terrified the morning after when I appeared in her classroom with DD's bloody bariton thing that she has to bring home to practise. Despite it meaning I have to use car to transport it there and back as its too heavy to carry.

DD has forgotten her lunchbox this morning. I will be dropping it off at school later. I could discreetly leave it on the trolley. Or I could appear in the door window making mad eyes at the teacher and see if I can have her going blotchy from the chest upwards again. Depends how my morning goes I suppose.

And I was asked by my sister yesterday if I could help her find another car. Long story but I helped last time and she bought something completly unsuitable against my advice. Just text her back NO. She phoned and asked me what I meant. Silly girl won't do that again.

So happy Ive found this thread! Christ Ive been having the rage, Im glad Im not alone.

In-laws came down one sunday recently for the day. Their car was parked on street, behind ours and in front of our house. Someone from the council or something was walking along the street putting notices on all the cars to let everyone know that the road had to be free of traffic that coming week, due to road works. Cue mad panic from father in law "you'll have to get up early to move the car" - no we wont - dh takes it to work before the time it has to be moved, "yes, don't forget to get up early to move the car" - really don't worry, its not a problem. "Id get up early and move it to another street if I was you" REALLY THERE'S NO PROBLEM!! FFS! Youre panicking about something that DOESNT EVEN CONCERN YOU! I had to leave the room, he kept going on and I didn't want to say something I regretted.

Im angry with my fat arse, Im 22 weeks tomorrow (dc 3) and feel massive already, Im 5' 3" and so I think I look big quickly Im hating that my maternity jeans are feeling too tight around my arse/hip area, and having to get scrutinized twice a day on the school run. Theres a mum at school, due in 3 weeks and she is tall and willowy and has only put bump weight on by the looks of it, I feel rounder and not at all cute

Glad that's out, thanks

Genius thread.
Woman at my work told me a couple of weeks ago that I was 'so much bigger than last time' err how does she remember that from three years ago? When I said I didn't think I was actually, she said 'Oh well you know when people are plodding around it can make them look bigger'. Yeah, thanks for that. Very helpful.

Also people touching / rubbing the bump without asking or even without speaking to me, just addressing the baby directly. IT'S STILL MY STOMACH!!!

That feels better.

Oh no. Dh has just told me we have to go see mil today. I literally cannot stand being within a mile of her.

She'll hug me and say "wow, you're big, have you been looking after my Grandbaby properly?" and I'll get the totally overwhelming urge to punch her in the face, drop her to the floor and drag her around by the hair kicking her in the stomach.

Oh God. I'm not even exaggerating. Dh has noticed before because he asks me why I get this weird look on my face 'like I'm trying to hold in a poo?'.

When baby is born I may actually bite or stab her if she tried to touch him. I wish it were like the olden days where you could go off into your dark cave and snarl at people instead of all this friendly "would you like to hold him?" bullshit.

:(

Finished work now but when I was there I was getting major rage at everyone being so sure they knew the gender of the baby. Well you've got a 50/50 chance of being right, fuckwits.

Had a three and a half hour meeting today. One of my senior colleagues commented on my frequent bathroom breaks and my need to swivel my hips and generally stretch. I did all of this in the staff room out of sight. Luckily mu union rep happened by and sorted the situation. My colleague is childless through choice but her insensitivity and officious manner made me want to table slam her fucking face.

I got tipped over the edge last night for the first time. (With the in laws).

I get asked the same bloody question EVERY time I see them "how are you feeling?" so last night I actually gave an honest answer. "Oh, I'm in pain pretty much everywhere apart from my ears, toes and hands, getting 3 hours of broken sleep a night, my acid is so bad I have ulcers in my mouth and my HG had returned big time so I can't keep anything down."

To which mil says "not long now, enjoy relaxing while you still get the chance to" and sil says "you're really not very good at being pregnant are you?"

WHORE. I can't remember ever being so angry. I'm so angry still I typed the 'c' word instead of whore but realised that may be a bit offensive. (I'm still thinking it though.)

Flew out of the room and ran outside because it's not good etiquette for you to punch in laws and pregnant women fighting probably isn't a pretty sight.

Dh came out and found me kicking the crap out of their tomato plants and after ascertaining what was wrong stormed back in, called his sister an insensitive, spoilt little bitch and made her apologise.

All she's done is make shitty comments the whole way through about how nobody pregnant she's ever known had health issues and silly I am to be careful about things (raw meat, illnesses, not going white water rafting!)

I can't WAIT until she's pregnant. She'll constantly whine like a little bitch (I'm thinking that in a Jessie from Breaking Bad voice) and will have a far worse pregnancy than anyone else in the world. (I sincerely fucking hope.)

Oh. Another thing that's giving me intense RAGE today is this American pregnancy board I'm on.

Full of these pig ignorant women who wind me up in a plethora of ways such as the following posts.

"Omg!! Seriously just seen this on FB - Eoghan pronounced Owen.. W-t-f...why?! Just why!?!?!? At what point would that seem like a good idea????"

Followed by loads of comments like:

How do you know how it's pronounced?? If they had to clarify how you say it, they should have known it was a horrible idea haha

Oh that's sad!!!!!! Terrible choice!!!

I guess she wants her son to grow up and be a porn star :/ smh...

And others who constantly post about how they aren't getting what they wanted at their showers, their families aren't buying enough baby stuff for them and the ridiculous amount of money spent on nurseries, bedding sets and GOING HOME OUTFITS! Don't get me wrong, if you've got the money and want to spend it, go ahead, but the majority of these women constantly bitch about not being able to afford a £100 nappy bag and how nasty their families are for not buying them.

Get a fucking grip women. I swear the UK Mums are for the most part much less mental.

Got my rage on good and proper. Just wrathful at everything at the moment.
I can't be fuckin arsed with anything I'm so batshit angry. I want to start my Mat leave now but I've got 8 weeks to go. Fuck everyone do you hear! Just Fuck.

Oh my godddd! I have the rage, everything is winding me up, particularly DH (who incidentally I threatened to 'take completely out', all 24 stone of him today in front of the poor bloke who is working on our house' I was actually spitting at the poor man where I couldn't even get my words out. I don't know WHY DH has changed into some annoying dickwad all of a sudden. Why now?! I've been on the verge of crying all day long. Just read this post and I'm laughing hysterically. DH is scared I think.......!