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 am in the hospital because of an infection. Came in yesterday evening. I have the worlds worst woman in the bed next to me.

She fucking sings in her sleep. Opera style. The midwives kept waking her up and then she would fall asleep and start warbling again. WHO THE FUCK SINGS IN THEIR SLEEP?

you thought that was bad?

oh no it gets worse...

SHE MUMBLES CONSTANTLY WHEN SHE IS AWAKE. A low level whiney mumbly noise is coming from her. I am going to fucking stab her in the face with my knitting needle if she does not shut the fuck up. I don't think she knows she is making a noise either.

whisper That sounds shitty. Sorry. :(

Dh has got sympathy rage today.

It started this morning as he brought me some Crunchy Nut Cornflakes in bed and I started moaning about the spoon he'd brought (didn't feel right, more of a soupy spoon than a cornflaky spoon). He snatched it off me and threw it out of the window. He's obviously been learning some of my 'if you're pissed off - throw shit' - tricks.

So his Mother pops over for a cup of tea and the midwife yesterday must have got him all riled about having a babymoon or 'us time' as he flies into one about how her and his Dad will be able to visit us the day after (home birth) at a half hour of our choosing. And then that's it for a week and if she's going to tell anyone the baby has been born she'd best tell them we don't want visitors dropping by (where we live everyone pops round to each others houses unannounced and walks straight in, we live on an island where nobody locks their doors).

She gets a bit pissy and says "well if people want to come round and see the baby that's their right" at which dh flings a cushion across the room, yells "no FUCK that Mom, I'm not having every germy shithead on this island mauling MY baby" and slams out of the house.

Bastard. Leaving me sitting there with his astounded Mother (he's never yelled at her from what I've known) looking all sniffy and offended and me on the verge of total hysterics.

I'm so proud of him. May even let him have sex later.

Go go go MrBummyMummy!!

I am on crutches because of spd. At work on Monday about seventy zillion people asked "ooh, what you done then?" When I politely answered "it's a pregnancy complication" I actually lost count of the number of people who replied "oh, just because you're pregnant doesn't mean you need crutches".

NO SHIT SHERLOCK! Actually I'm just hobbling about with an agonised expression for fun! FUCK THE FUCK OFF.

Fuckers.

The La Redoute advert. That fucking shite accent? Is she really French or what? I want to spit when I hear it.

Ah, my people.

The next person to say "not long now" or "hasn't that gone quickly" will bear the brunt.

Asked dh to ask his parents and brother what they would like for xmas this year. As baby is due early December, they've all said 'oh no, don't get us anything, you've got enough to worry about'. I want to get the presents in at the start of November because I don't right fancy waddling around the shops late November, early December. If they don't tell us soon they'll be getting fuck all.
Also, I'm not worried about having a baby. Why, when you ask someone a question can they not just answer it.

Jeremy Vine show on radio2, really grinds my gears. Usually all the time, but more so this week. What a simpering, self rightious load of crap that is.

Go mrbummymummy I'd be proud of him too :)
justamouse Jeremy vine has always made me ridiculously angry but if I listen now with the preggo rage I'm
On the verge of ringing up and shouting at the callers

I just had to sit my US driving theory test which in itself has made me fucking furious as I've been driving 18 years and had to sit in a church hall with a bunch of drunks and 16 year olds answering ridiculous fucking questions about percentages of crashes involving moose and why it's not good to drink 50 pints then drive on ice.

To cap it off no less than 3 of the drunks tried to chat me up.

Then the dmv guy tells me he's 'never seen anyone as pregnant as me please don't go into labour during the test' and "do I need to wee first?"

Pricks.

BummyMummy at you and your dh! love it!

My lovely husband - Fucker, came in from work, Made himself a brew, which he drank extremely loudly!!! Then announced he's watching football at 6.
Said he was going to chop some wood, with a mardy look on his face, so I said leave it til the weekend if you're tired (even if I'm sat covered in blankets coz I'm freezing all day long). I Said why don't you go for a shower and put some cream on because your skin is starting to look red again (eczema). He went up at 4.45, I had been holding a wee since 4.50 (my bladder fills up the second there's anyone in the bathroom). 30 mins later, I went upstairs (because I couldn't hold my wee any more) after putting the tea on for the kids and putting the dead hamster outside (which he'd said he would do as soon as he got home). He wasn't even in the fucking shower. He was Laid on the bed!!
Now, he was either sleeping, which wouldn't bother me so much....Or he'd had a wank, which fucking pisses me off because tbh, I could do with the fucking sperm to soften my cervix and get this baby out. And he knows that! But when we have sex, he can't fucking finish (probably because I'm a hormonal wreck and he finds me being pregnant a bit weird -something he still won't admit to).
Twat.
I'm having period pains a lot today. It could be the perfect time for sperm but no, he's a selfish bastard.
I've had to finish making tea for the boys, hes come down, after eventually having a shower, put the football on, I've ended up cooking for him while he shouts at the fucking telly and makes me jump every 2 seconds.
I was hoping my waters would go so he couldnt fucking watch it. Prick.
I'm gonna break his hand when I'm in labour. And headbutt him repeatedly.
I might punch him in the bollocks every time I have a contraction too.

I told him, I said yesterday....after he'd said he was sorry I was miserable and that it was 50% his fault.
I said a bit more than that.
He said why?
I said who's fault is it that you can't finish,
he said his fault.
I said well there you go. It's entirely your fault I'm pregnant then because your sperm is your responsibility.

So he made the baby be in there and won't fucking get it out! He may aswell set fire to my hair.

Rhi LOL. Get a turkey baster.

I too am planning on REALLY hurting dh when in labour. I actually fucking HATE him. Nobody has ever made me want to punch them in the face more.

He disagrees with every.single.fucking.thing.i.say. I could say the sky is blue and that prick would come up for some reason why I'm wrong.

I've asked that we get the car seat checked after it's been put in. He says he can do it properly and that's unnecessary. He's not put one cunting car seat in one cunting car in his whole life. I, on the other hand, have installed at least 40-50 (worked as a maternity nurse for over 18 years) and I still feel it wouldn't hurt to have someone WHO HAS HAD PROPER TRAINING AND IS PART OF THEIR JOB look it over.

Then today he wants to spend over £100 on a snowsuit for baby. He's going to be a fucking BABY this winter why the FUCK do we need to put him in a designer snowsuit? Does dh intend putting him in a fucking snow drift? Twat. He then says "why would they make them 0-3 month size if they didn't need them?" At which point I say (loudly in the shop) "because people like you buy them" at which all the serving girls and people shopping crack up and he pisses off next door in a huff and gets himself a chai latte knowing it's my favourite. Well fuck him because I bought ANOTHER nappy bag. One with flowers on so he can't use it.

I've asked him, no begged him, to go out tonight. I want to watch American Horror Story, do my nails, eat my McVites digestives I paid $20 for on Amazon and try to get this poo that's been stuck for days out.

$20 for biscuits - are you serous?!

I know. The shop near me used to sell them but now I can only get them imported through Amazon. I can't find biscuits here that taste the same.

:(

Well, it'd better be a big ol' pack for $20.

Can't you just fly a friend over with a suitcase full, or is there some law against it these days?

That would be amazing. I did come back with a suitcase full of Walker's chicken crisps last time.

It was 3 smallish packs. I need to find some biscuits I like here!

I know how you feel, BummyMummy. I'm in Oz and I'm craving Hunky Dorys. You can get lots of stuff from back home (Ireland) here, but not them, which only makes me crave them even more during this pregnancy. So I asked my sister to send me over a care package. And what did I get? Two packets of 'snack size'! Why the fuck did she even fucking bother?

Wow. This thread is great.

Can I add useless colleague who does not pull his weight?

He moaned about being co-opted into this group programme (just like the rest of us) cos he's got too much work on. He's got a grand total of 1 project and doesn't have spare time like the rest of us. He's a fucking software engineer for fuck sake! He doesn't even have deal with the real world! You got a project to do? Boohoo! Me and some of the others have around 40+ projects and customers to deal with AND daily tasks on top of that!

He volunteered to lead a project with me. Shows up at a meeting not having a clue despite rest of team having done their bit.

I duly reminded him he volunteered to lead this project with me and that means he should be aware of what's going on and that everyone else managed to follow up and warned him I have no problem telling people off in front of others...

What a fat useless waste of skin. If he screws up this week I'll put his fucking balls in a vice...

I so couldn't be working right now. I'm a maternity nurse and think my rage combined with new Mum's and babies would not go down so well.

Today has brought me lots of rage. Quite justified I think.

First rage incident - midwives come and talk to me about group b strep testing. They tell me I don't have to do it but it's recommended here and after silently listening for a while and taking it all in dh announces that he thinks I ought to get the test as "how can we be sure she's always careful to wipe front to back?"

What the actual fuck? The midwives looked more horrified than I did. We decided I would not be having the test but maybe dh would like to have the swab stuck up his arse to see what results they find. I love my midwives ad their humour injection stopped dh getting punched in the face.

Then he actually shouted at one of them as they went to use the loo "remember, front to back". What a prick.

Second rage incident was trying to get one of dh's (had to be his didn't it?) stupid socks out of the back of our ridiculously over sized American tumble drier and falling in, thus whacking my head and scrapping my knee. I sat on the floor for a few minutes crying and shaking with anger until I got the idea to go and kick dh's pumpkin he spent ages carving last night off the porch.

Have any Mums who've had previous (babies not jail time) had the rage during the birth? My Mum really did and I'm worried I'm not going to be very zen like and home birthy.

Auto correct put that apostrophe in 'Mums' not me!!!

Oh my goodness!
It had not occurred to me that the rage could follow into labour!!! God help everyone if it does.

I've been rage free today...yesterday's calmness followed into today.
I even went for an unsuccessful sweep, came home and calmly did the ironing and floors as I'd saved them to encourage cervical progression. Mum came round, we had cake and coffee and a nice little giggle. DH came home and I was actually glad to see him (I even got up to kiss him).

Now though, all I want to do is cry. I feel useless and defeated and hopeless and just generally unsettled and upset.
I want my rage back! Please!!!!

Kicking pumpkins sounds like so much fun. I do not like feeling this sorry for myself. I'm going to get in a big duvet made ball and hide!

Yes the feeling sorry for yourself is AWFUL.

I'd much rather be angry. The unsettled feeling is the worst.

Imagine if the rage goes in to the birth. What if I start finding my midwives annoying and become a screaming, potty mouthed harpy?

I'm quite enjoying the idea of labour rage!!
Imagine what obscenities could come out during that experience ??

The closest I've come to that during labour, was accidentally (on purpose) nearly kicking the midwife in the face for taking off my socks to put surgery stockings on MID CONTRACTION!

1. Don't touch my fucking feet
2. Don't touch my fucking feet during a contraction
3. Don't touch my fucking feet, during a contraction when you've taken the gas and air off me.

All she had to say for herself was...'I'm only putting these stockings on for surgery' To which she got a death stare and I told her not to fucking touch my feet...she did anyway. Stupid bitch. I wish I'd managed to make contact with her face. That's the only time I've ever sworn in labour.

I don't like people touching my feet.

MIL is dragging me out to lunch.

I've told her I slept 2 hours last night, my back is in agony and I can't actually eat as I throw everything straight back up. (Let alone whatever RANK shite they've made, I think it's pumpkin pie which revolts me to my core).

So now she calls up just before I'm due to leave and asks me if I can walk to hers as she's running late (it's over a fucking mile away and up a hill) and that she also has to do some shopping on the way back. (Sitting in a car for more than five minutes brings on back ache so bad I throw up).

FUCK SHIT FUCK SHIT FUCK SHIT.

I'm due any day and this she bitch from hell is trying to break me.

rhibeetee are you quite sure you don't want your feet touched ?

bummy I think the perfect response to your MIL is: 'call me back when you actually want to go out. At the moment, you want me to be a convenience to you, and I'm not willing to be that'.
Or, y'know, 'FUCK YOU, BITCH FROM HELL'. Whichever works.