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.

You know what else! My lovely comfy pillow that I lent to my friend 3 years ago which I just got back today which I NEED as I can't sleep and anything helps, HE is sitting with it wrapped round his big fat fucking head and in laying on a pillow like a wafer with my neck at a broken angle! God sake! So selfish! Earlier I was freezing (he's got the window open) I say 'can you shut the window please im cold' he goes 'I'm hot' - erm 'IM COLD' - completely ignored me. Window is still open. Fucking dickhead! - he has a bath, leaves the water in and gets himself all sorted and in bed - YOU ARE NOT A CHILD! I cooked and he loaded the dishwasher and did the kitchen but NEVER EVER bothers putting the tablet in and putting iron. How the fuck do you think it washes without starting it you shit face?!?!

Emberlina, it sounds like something of his might have to be thrown through that open window!

Funniest thread ever

ooh em your DH is giving me the rage too. Break something of his that he loves. It'll make you feel amazing.

I had the rage with DP the other day because he brought me home a suprise pizza. I have been craving pizza for about 2 weeks and so he thought he was doing a nice thing. Only thing is the bastard got one with salami on it. I fucking hate salami. I took it all off and then burned my mouth on the hot cheese.

Oooooh Apple are my rage providers today.

The absolute tosspieces have just announced their new operating system is to be called 'Maverick'. Which is what we intend to name ds.

Fucknuts! Now everyone is going to think we named him after a sodding Mac OS! May as well call him fucking 'snow leopard' or 'OSx 7.02' and be done with it.

Bollocks. Doesn't help that his middle name will be 'Eifion' which someone has pointed out sounds like iPhone. Fml.

Ah this thread has made me laugh!
Damn woman at the checkout had the nerve to ask me today 'how much longer? (Um til what?) Do you know what your having?(um a baby) Got any names?( fuck off and mind your own business!) actually managed to keep those responses in my head and she was rewarded with a fake smile and the bare minimum civil response! Stop asking me fucking questions!
As for the neighbours on each side and the workman over the road giving it this and telling me how big I am when I tell them still have 9 weeks to go you can all fuck off, I am a whole 2 kgs overweight according to the recommendations and midwife measurements are all spot on so I don't need your bl

for fucks sake DP. Why do you have to constantly have the fucking tv on. You're not even fucking watching it. You're in the bloody kitchen but if I turn it off you come in and turn it back on again. I just want a bit of peace and quiet. Is that too much? Must I be subjected to episodes of top gear you have seen five billion times before. ARGHHHHHHHH

Argh now it's phone rage ! Was going to say I don't need your bloody 'expert' opinion so shut up! Rant over :)

I called the moon a cunt today because it failed to make me go into labour when it was full at the weekend.

I am avoiding interaction with people generally because sooner or later I am going to lose it with someone who tells me I'm carrying small for twins. No actually I'm fucking huge, are you blind?

littleomar your moon comment made me laugh so much!

I am waiting for the rage to truly kick in during labour. I remember the red mist descending when, through a fog of gas and air, I heard DP munching crisps.

My labour rage peaked when I was waiting for DH to come to the car and drive me to the hospital. What was he doing? Why was he taking so long??? Found him making himself a cheese and pickle sandwich... RAGE!!!

I'm glad it isn't just me, I wonder if you kill anyone while pregnant it would be deemed temporary insanity.
It was my birthday yesterday and I got so annoyed seeing birthday texts keep popping up so I had to respond. How irrational am I?!

Ha ha I lost the plot last time when, as soon as the due date had arrived, the endless texts started to flood in. 'Any news yet?' I couldn't believe how utterly brainless people could be. One of my colleagues actually texted me at about twenty am on the morning of the due date. I could have fucking killed her as it woke me up.

DD was ten days overdue and by the end of it I had rather a long list of people NOT to contact when she actually did arrive.

Woops I meant two am not twenty am

Raging at fil for referring to me as 'the grandson factory'. He means it affectionately(apparently), I want to tell him to fuck off and that I'm not a production line. Also, when we told him and mil the sex of the baby after the scan, he piped up confident as you like 'I knew it, knew it'. No, you bloody didn't. You had a 50/50 chance of guessing.
My mum asks, every single bloody time on the phone, how 'her' bump is. Snapped this last time and told her that 'her' bump is 30 years old and increasingly irritated.
I'm also raging at the thought of things that haven't even and may never happen. Like fil going outside to have a cig and then wanting to be near the baby, yeah the one that still has 7 weeks to arrive. Or, people ringing/texting on due date to ask for updates if lo hasn't arrived yet. I don't think I'll even turn my phone on in the days leading up to it. Irrational isn't it, these aren't even things, they're imagined things.

littleomar I love your moon rage comment. Cheered me up that did!

I hated that too justamouse. We had an unusual 12 week scan pic that showed a full frontal view of the body. After excitedly showing this to relatives and friends they all pointed to the suspicious blur between the legs and abruptly said, "BOY." I felt so angry that these people were ruining something so personal just so they could feel like Sherlock bloody Holmes for 5 minutes.
My rage about DP stomping along the floors has reached a critical level. He isn't even heavy. He's about 11 stone at most but seems to put all of that weight right into his heels with each step. I ended up shouting last night but he is completely oblivious. I wonder if "walked around house like a rioting elephant" has ever been put down as grounds for divorce.

Im working from home today andDH has decided to stay at home and continue decorating the lounge (ongoing saga which has taken over every room of the house and I've been confined to the bedroom for a week now) his constant pointless questions are driving me BESERK! This morning I took the curtains down for the window and took DS to school then took them to the dry cleaners as I need them altered to window sill length. He calls me. I'm in tescos. 'Did you take the curtains down?' - WFF?!?! Who the fuck else would have taken them down?! Maybe someone broke in during the night and stole my sodding curtains? What do you recon?!?! Me: (trying to not throw my phone into the freezer in Tescos) 'yes. I'm taking them to be altered'. Him: 'did you measure them?' - what the frigging hell are you on about you nob head?!?! No, I didn't measure them, I just took them down and told the dry cleaner to do whatever length he fancied! - I hung up. Got home. I'm on a conf call. I'm on mute listening. He's talking to me. Then says 'what exactly is going on on that call? Why aren't you talking? What's the point of it?' - OMG! Fuck offfffffffffff! THEN he says 'why are you so aggressive today?'. Some one lock the knife drawer please.........

I LOVE this thread! I don't have any preggo rage just yet I don't think as I am a mere 9+2 and have no idea what all of you ahead of me are going through, but I fully support your rage

Actually I may be developing rage. I was very frustrated when trying to open a tin of food the other day because we have THREE tin openers and NONE of them would work properly and the tin was mangled and dp said "would you like me to help?" and I shouted "NO!" GRRRR

haha. poor man.

Absolutely love the previous comment about punching MILs and dragging them around the floor. I feel I may get those sort of urges with mine, and she doesn't even KNOW about her dgc yet!

Keep it up ladies

Welcome to the Rage.

threw a complete hissy fit last night. I asked DP to make me a cup of tea because I had really bad back ache and couldn't stand up for very long. He goes in the kitchen and comes out half an hour later. HALF AN HOUR with a glass of water and a sandwich for himself. No tea for me. Asked him where the tea was and he replied with "oh I thought you didn't want one and I was hungry so I made myself some food. The milk is in the kitchen if you want to make a drink though, I'll have one while you're there" I threw the remote at his head and stomped off to bed. Selfish bastard.

Oh no WhisperMen that's awful! Could you tape something sharp to the remote control next time?

Today's rage is the men doing next door's double glazing. Not anyone's fault but I was just planning on having a bath and maybe a snooze and they have decided to move onto the upstairs rooms. The drilling is doing my fucking head in. I can't even get mad because we did so much noisy work on our house last year, this must be payback!

It's only 1pm here and 14 people have texted/whats app/vibered me already.

"Has the bomb dropped yet?"
"Any news"
"He out yet?"

etc etc.

Go fucking boil your heads you utter pricks. My due date is the mother fucking SIXTH OF NOVEMBER. I'm a ftm and showing NO signs so will probably even go a week over. I seriously can't cope with the constant asking. If I turn my phone off people will bitch that they're worried.

Sil has asked we text her the minute I go into labour and she'll come right over. When I told her I didn't want her at the birth she said she'll keep popping round. So now I'm having to labour upstairs so she can't just barge in while I'm in the birthing tub. Stupid shitface bitch.

Great thread. Thank-you. Makes me feel normal that its not just me (31 weeks)

Oh this thread has made me feel so much better! I went from rage to tears of laughter!
Thank you ladies ??
I cannot believe that it's taken me til 38 weeks to find a British bunch of preggos!