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 love, love, loving this thread, it's the first thing in months not to piss me off!

Hi,

This thread is properly making me larf out loud!

Hubby is getting on wick! Why the heck can he not pick up after himself! Doesn't he get it hurts to bend & pick things up of the floor. Clean the f*ing bath once you are finished dick for brains. I don't want to sit in your scuminess. Repeating myself is not a hobby I enjoy. Stop complaining how much the cleaner is. If we didn't have her we would live in a shit tip coz you certainatly are not going to tidy up.
You are too old to play on a games console. Your 36 not 16. Man up.
Finally get over the fact paternity leave is not annual leave. If baby don't sleep, I don't sleep I can guarantee you you won't sleep. Fact. If I have to hear how coz you work shifts you will cope better with the sleep deprivation I will punch you. You just about survive sleeping, getting up waiting to get ready for work, get ready for work, go to work, come home & then sleep. Somehow the rest of us can fit in a life, housework etc around our FT jobs but "I work shifts" anything outside of work is a bit beyond you.

Oooh that's better :)

my DP STINKS today. I have told him to shower as he smells like wet dog and he refuses. It is making me feel sick but apparently I am being a crazy pregnant lady and it is my hormones that are telling me he smells.

I can't stop throwing up if I have so much as half a slice of toast and yesterday I made flapjacks that are sitting there looking at me. I can't eat them because I will just throw them up and waste them.

This is an AMAZING thread! I'm so relieved it isn't just me that wants to stab DH's eyes out - especially when he looks at me when I'm making valid points (nagging) about him leaving his crap everywhere and not pulling his weight!!

Why, for the love of God, do they find it so difficult to understand what tidy is, and to make tidy happen? FFS.

So,
A couple of nights ago, baby dropped and a few pains started. I phoned my mum to put her on standby to listen out for the phone incase we needed her to come and watch the boys while we went to hospital. My mum is rather calm and understands that pains can stop and start without being anything at all.
So then DH decides he should call MIL and put her on standby too. Wtf for?! I asked him not to because she'd just get all excited and annoying and she'd sit up all night waiting for the phone. He blatantly ignored my wise advice and called her anyway.
Half an hour he was on the phone to her. Half an hour. Here is just a small sample of the conversation....

MIL: Don't you go driving the car to hospital, you'll be panicking, I'll drive you.
DH: I haven't got a driving license Mother, why would I drive?
MIL: Well if you're panicking....
DH: the midwife has told us to call an ambulance.
MIL: why? I'll take you

Umm, maybe because you'll loiter round the hospital until the baby is born and insist you meet him first when we want his brothers to be the first ones. Thanks.

MIL: we've got some champagne for when he's arrived. You will come and have a drink with us, won't you? Even if it's 3am?

Ummm, no! My husband will be by my side at 3am, he'll not be traipsing an hour to your house when our baby has just been born. What world do you live in??

Then yesterday, I had to take my friend into hospital as she was having a miscarriage. MIL texted to see if everything was ok and how my pains were. I checked my phone an hour after she sent it and replied immediately to say things had calmed down and where I'd been and why. She responded with a gobful of abuse about how selfish I was and how worried she was that I hadn't replied. She phoned DH at work and hadn't had a response either and could we possibly think about her next time.
Fuck off, my priority wasn't you! My poor friend was going through hell. And as if we'd go into hospital without telling her anyway....well the idea is a little more tempting now.

No rage today. Yesterday SIL was portion controlling me when we went for a meal. I had smaller a smaller portion than her kids! She served everyone before me then gave me 3 baby potatoes and 4 baby carrots and a spoonful of peas. I am not even joking.
However,having been treated like pregnant royalty at the hotel me and DH stayed at before we visited SIL I let it wash over me.
DH is now constructing my rocking chair after I had a meltdown in the car because my skin is so shit. Infected acne or impetigo the doc wasn't sure but I've been so depressed about it.
I still want to table slam the bitch though. It's her split personality that makes me stabby. Lovely one minute,patronising and nasty the next. Gah!

And some folks use the hormone excuse for being shitty. They know you'll stick up for yourself but just smile slyly. Fuckers!

Rhib - she sounds exactly the opposite of what you need now.

We have to tell our in laws when I go into labour as they have to have the puppy.

I'm sticking it out until the LAST moment to tell them though (they live 5 minutes away), I figure she'll be ok until I'm really in pain, I worry about the little monster jumping in the birthing pool more than anything lol.

I said the most awful thing to dh this morning. I'm REALLY stressed and upset that I have to leave my nest and do a 3 hour trip to the mainland for at least a day when I feel like I could pop any second but there's a big storm coming and the life flights won't be able to run so I have to get somewhere where I can have access to a hospital if I need.

He's dicking about saying things like "we don't have to lug the birthing pool do we?" and "what we have to take ALL the birthing supplies? That's going to take me ages to pack up the car." Horrible fucking WANKER. No, babe. I'm due ANY DAY now but fuck it, I'll just give birth on the side of the road with no medical supplies so I don't inconvenience you.

I was so upset I finally tried getting my point across by throwing myself on the floor sobbing and said "I don't know why you even bother waking up in the morning. I fucking hate you more than I've ever hated anyone".

So he brings me a piece of ham. HAM? I'm actually just going to bed as I'd rather be unconscious than be anywhere near him.

I just overheard dh on the phone to someone who'd obviously asked how I was and he told them "yes she has bad acid, vomiting, terrible pain in her stomach and back and can't really move much". He then says "but it's all fun and games and part of it isn't it?".

PRICK!

Im actually worried that I'm going to feel like this for the rest of my life! Its sooooooo draining being this pissed off! And it can't be JUST my hormones that make me want to smack DH in the face on sight an it? If he wasn't so bloody annoying and lazy I wouldn't have cause to get pissed off with things. He is more of a drama queen than anyone I've ever met. Everything is a big deal. He's so negative about everything (gets that from his stupid mother). I wake up in the morning thinking 'I will not get wound up with you today' and within 5 minutes or less Bam! He's done it! He's made me want to push him down the stairs! Other things wind me up at the moment but nothing like him. What's the friggin point?! X

Ok so what is it that is making us all hate dh's more than anyone else?

This is obviously some nature/evolution thing and 9 times out of 10 you can see the point and reason. (Apart from morning sickness, dh and I have racked our brains and still can't see a benefit of making a pregnant woman throw everything up and feel like dying for 4 months).

I mean, why would the natural order of things make us put concerted effort into trying to chase our partners away?!

Dh 'hoovered' last night. He literally did a little circle in the middle of the room. He 'mopped' too. He used the dirty mop he hadn't cleaned from last time (had bits all over it), used one bucket of cool water for the entire downstairs and as hadn't hoovered now I'll have to throw the mop away as it's just covered in dog and cat hair and shite. JUST DON'T FUCKING BOTHER.

Why is he doing this to me? Every job he does he does in such a half hearted shit way it's going to take me more work to undo it.

I'm too far gone now to get angry anymore, I just lie limply on the sofa and sob.

Who was the total, total fuckwit arsing around behind my car in the car park??? He watched me load ds in the back then haul myself into the driver's seat. He then sat behind me, shuffling back and forth whilst having a conversation with a woman standing in front of my car. THEY WERE LAUGHING!

I cannot see how any jury would have convicted me had I shot then both in the head.

I have actually laughed out loud reading the whole of this thread.

I'm 12 weeks and I just know I am being EVIL to DH. Can't help it!!

DH stinks - its his breath. He's constantly fucking randy & trying to grope me & its making me want to kick him in the bollocks. However, massaging shoulders/head massaging/non-sexual stroking is pretty much essential.

He has now started going into another bathroom to spray his deodorant. Progress.

He has EVENTUALLY emptied the kitchen bin after me having to sit with part cardigan wrapped around my face. He did however have sheer fucking audacity to suggest that I had a pair of hands!?! WTF!?! Bins???? Uh... NO. I fill up bin. You empty it. You not around, bin gets overfilled until you are around.

DD is 20 months old and has hand foot & mouth. Hilarious when friend sang "Head, shoulders, foot and mouth, foot and mouth".... When DH re-sang to someone on phone I just looked at him like "what a dick".

The way DH is sitting on the sofa us SERIOUSLY making me want to kill him. I have told him time & time again that the cushions are going all mis-shapen (because he can't just sit like normal fucking human being).

He has just asked if I've finished with the phone charger. I have. It's on my side of the room. He just leans forward as if fully expecting me to get up, unplug said charger, walk across room & give charger to him. Fuck that. Unplugged, swung around & thrown & plug has hit his bare leg/ankle/foot "oh sorry" HA!!!!

Woke up this morning with DP breathing in my face, pinning me in position with one arm and one leg. sadistic twat!
and he keeps cooking even though i am nauseated, can he not live on dry toast like i do?
I going to wack the fucker in the face with an iron!

Fuck you dishwasher! DH has had the fucker apart and the arms still won't spin. He's adjusted the pressure,cleaned the fucker and steam cleaned it inside and through the arms and stuff. It still won't fucking clean because the fucking arms won't fucking spin. I want to hurt it. Fucker!

God, I'm the same. I told DH to F off within 30 mins of getting out of bed (w real anger), and then burst out crying, and couldnt even stop crying when DS (2) said "why you crying? you ok?". And I really lost it with DD this evening. I feel like a shit wife and mother.

My dishwasher broke last month. I need a new one but the timing sucks!

So after having this all planned out for MONTHS, I go into labour, in laws (who live 5 minutes away) have the puppy as I'm having a home birth and there will come a point where she's waaaay too bouncy (birthing pool and a nearly 5 stone dog?) and it will probably upset her so she was going to go down the road to them for a couple of nights.

Mil has just, JUST announced they are going away for a couple of nights. On my due date. Which is in 2 days time.

This leaves me 2 days to find someone to come get the dog IF I go into labour. Considering we live on an island this is not really possible.

I'm so fucking angry. It's the ONE thing we've asked for help with during the entire pregnancy.

If they think they're coming round here the second the baby is born and mauling him they can fuck right off. I'm SO trying to bite my tongue and not tell dh bad bad things.

Jools Holland is a prick.

That's all I have to say today.

Ladies after a fucking day from hell, with immature lying twats from work who I desperately want to smack around the head with a chair this thread has made my day. Thank you.

I've been having period pains for TWELVE FUCKING DAYS and dilating since BASTARDING SUNDAY FUCKING NIGHT and still am no nearer to giving birth.

This baby will be my last, I know that. But he's also shaping up to be the latest and most tricksy

And DH hasn't emptied the dishwasher RAGE

I really really love this thread. I went onto a thread last night about mat pay or something & it was a fairly non offensive general post. The OP said something about worrying about surviving on mat pay & going back to work at 6 months and feeling bad about leaving such a small baby in childcare. Fair enough huh??? Some absolute dickheads commented on similar terms as follows:-

"Did you not think about your finances before you got knocked up?"

"You should really be saving now while you can"

"Please don't make comments about 6 month old babies being "left" this may cause offence as lots of women have to return to work before even 6 months to feed their babies. I am not regretful or insecure about the decisions I've made but some people may be".

ABSOLUTE FUCKWITS. Made me so angry. Just FUCK off & get judgemental on someone you actually might know just a fucking smidgen about you bunch of DICKS.

(So nearly just wrote C**TS but thought I'd be removed from mumsnet )

The C word had been used a couple of times on here.... It's preggo rage...in my eyes it's justified.

What a bunch of twatty cunts! ;)

Should have dropped the c bomb.

You should go on what to expect boards. Bunch of fucking morons on there.

Horry - me too. Unbelievable pain every night for a week. Nothing. No sodding baby. I can't sit, stand or lie down now.

I've had 17 texts/ emails today asking if he's been born or when?! When?! Fucking idiots! If I don't answer some of them get stroppy. Are they going to want updates during labour? Pricks.

I'm going to tell everyone tomorrow that I'm going off the radar for a few days and I'll let them know when he's born.

Oh, and I accidentally ordered a palate of crisp bread from fucking Amazon by mistake. I now have 2 cupboards full of the stuff and they won't take it back.

I'm never getting pregnant again.

In an almighty 41+4 weeks road rage incident I kicked over a set a temporary traffic lights and called a man a "complete and utter moron".