RAGE!!!

[Inapickle123]

33 + 4 and EVERYTHING is pissing me off.

Kids at work and their constant inane fucking questions and lack of effort. Parents evenings and reports and marking and prep ALLto be done before I leave at Xmas.

Demanding parents emailing CONSTANTLY to see how you're supporting little Timmy, over and above the 3 pages of TYPED feedback given to help him improve his first draft. Which he ignored. Never mind the constant pain, cramping and SPD...little Timmy NEEDS his folio marked and feedback given within 24 hours. Fuck right off.

Boss that expects the fucking world and for you to do his job for him when you can barely walk. Attitude from senior management when you have to go for a growth scan because baby is too small..."you just be back in time for parents evening and don't forget to rearrange antenatal next week" Fuck Right Off.

Husband whose every move irritates. Stop fucking using the couch/bed as a trampoline and sit the fuck still. It's hard enough to get comfy without being launched into the air every time you move. Fuck right off.

Stop cracking your knuckles, joints, legs, toes etc. I detest it-always have-yet you seem to be doing it more and more. Why is that? Why won't you stop or, mat the very least, leave the room when you do it. Seriously, fuck right off.

No I didn't make your lunch. I got in from work at 7 and worked until 10. What did you do? Watched the fecking TV. Make it yourself for a change.

No I didn't do the washing up. I know that you cooked and that's the deal but stop thinking your 8 1/2 month pregnant wife has to pull her weight equally. She has enough trouble getting off the flipping sofa,let alone standing at the bloody kitchen sink. And before you get self-righteous, tell me where we keep the cleaning stuff. No? Didn't think so. Fuck Right Off.

You on the train in the morning. Yeah, you who puts their bag on the only empty seat in the carriage on the ridiculously busy 7am train. I paid for my ticket therefore me asking you to move it EVERY MORNING and the look you shoot me EVERY MORNING is totally uncalled for. I am not asking for a kidney or your first born child, but a seat to rest my aching hips. You can just fuck right off. And keep your fucking leg to your fucking side of the seat.

That's better!!!

left on table and LadyM gingerly retreats...

32 weeks & totally get how your feeling!

Aww I'm 31weeks and everything is annoying me people breathing pisses me off. Hang on in there n do nothing :) xxxxx

I am only 23 weeks an I want to kill already. I hate everyone at the moment.

I can't believe I never noticed what a massive, smug faced twat dh is before now.

What an awesome post! Made me smile. Hope you feel bit better for that OP. Have a bit more and then I'll fuck right off x

I hope that post made you feel better- it certainly looks cathartic!

36+1 here and I've had enough of people in general now too

35+5 here and with you on EVERY point. DH expects me to do my usual 50 more like 75 % of chores etc - BUT I AM PREGNANT. FFS. Bloody man.
I stay at work longer and longer to get out of it. Serves him right. Stupid man.
Also, people on trains in general: please please don't think I don't know you are slyly looking up, then immediately looking away so as not to have to give up your seat. I do notice, and I despise every one of you. Every time you do it. At least have the guts to eyeball me out and convey that yes, you are sitting, whilst I stand, and no you don't care. Sneaky bastards. I hope you all sit in wet patches.

here here sista! am 33 +2 and want to know why on earth is everyone fucking me right off!

Thank god I'm not alone.

I would quite happily smack every person I meet squarely in the face. No jury in the world would convict me. The Rage would ensure they wouldn't even make eye contact. Cowardly fuckers.

Got 2 1/2 more weeks of work and I wish I could just not go in but needs must. I'm drowning and keep getting festive emails from colleagues which clearly indicate that they're on the wind down. If you have that much time to make a fucking festive video then you've got too much fucking time on your hands. Take some on my workload off me. Lazy fucks.

And DH once again I have neglected to make your lunch. It's only Wednesday and I've already worked 35 hours this week and have another 12 hour day ahead of me tomorrow. Where are you? At football. You haven't even taken out the bin bags that have been sitting since Sunday. And I'll be fucked if I'm hobbling down two flights of stairs to do it. Oh, and did you order the black out blinds/curtains for baby's room?The one thing you have to do? No? Fuck right off with your stupid judgy twat face.

Deep breaths. Deep, deep breaths.

Inapickle I know how you feel and could clearly have stabbed one hundred people a day before I began mat leave. I'm a teacher too and was expected to still do cover in my last week of work!

I fucking hated people before I began mat leave and tbh I'm still not keen on many!

Ditto xena, I was on cover loads while my mat leave got my lovely classes. Now I'm on mat leave and a lovely gal again!

Surprisingly, the only person who doesn't annoy me (to the point of stabby) is my toddler. She doesn't give a shit that I'm pregnant. She's just doing her own thing.
The rest of the world at large should stand the fuck back. High on my death list is the ante natal receptionist who chatted to her colleague while 4 very pregnant women plotted her violent demise while waiting to be checked in for their appointments. We might've been slow but we were 5 minutes from ripping her limb from limb.
My neighbour keeps parking his fucking ambulance outside my house.
DH seems incapable of helping on any meaningful scale.
Commuters. I may take a flame thrower or machete with me tomorrow. I won't be fucking invisible then, I bet.
Oh and a when strangers ask me about my due date, if it's my first or try to TOUCH ME, I just stare them down and say "I'm not pregnant". It's fucking hilarious.

I'm 38 + 5 and seriously homicidal. Toddler DS is not sleeping (health issues mostly) which means I'm not sleeping and that just adds to the rage.

Made the fatal error of going out with MIL earlier this week. My ability to drive was questioned every 20 seconds - I am perfectly capable and its not my fault other asshole drivers were cutting me up and driving dangerously. Frankly if she'd been driving we'd have had an accident because she notices none of this. Insisting I had PND with DS while I'm driving (i didn't) is not going to improve my disposition. Nor is asking me every 30 fucking seconds if I'm alright. Of course I'm not - you're itritating the fuck out of me!

Been waiting for DH to get something heavy out the boot of the car for a week now. It's furniture, it needs putting together and I can't fit anything else in there. It's the only bastard thing I've asked him to do, and there it is, still in the boot, pissing me off.

And the people on the metro who all found their feet so interesting in an attempt to avoid eye contact and therefore not offer me your seat - fuck off! I only went a couple of stops so technically didn't need it (you didn't know that though), and not one of you offered. I hope you all sat in gum.

Also, this weather can fuck off.

I love this thread!!!!! This is just how I'm feeling and an itch all over isn't helping matters!!!!!

Hahaha this is great - i'm 39&3and this is exactly how I feel. DH shouted at me yesterday for moving the furniture back where it should be since we had the ceiling plastered ... 3 weeks ago. Well maybe if you'd done it each and every single fucking day I'd asked you to I wouldn't have had to do it my self would I ??????

And people asking me how close I am/telling me how massive I am/ telling me it's definitely a boy. SHUT UP!! And for the record, I am not 'brave' for going to morrisons unless its brave to put up with interfering old bags, and yes, I am perfectly safe to drive. I am not going to go from no signs of labour to pushing a baby out in the 7 minutes it takes me to drive to the supermarket. And I can pull over if I really fucking need to!!!

I'm only 6+5 and get this...

DH - don't come near me with your stinky garlic breath from your free work lunch. And don't whinge about cooking dinner. I've got the same cold as you, cooked last night, and in addition have sickness nausea. You can fuck right off with your slamming and banging of cupboards. And the underdone chicken, 2 days out of date lettuce and month old nando's sauce you call food was gross.

DH again - STOP calling me Mummy. It's fucking creepy, I will never be your mummy, and quite fancy retaining my own identity. On the other hand if you want to never have sex again crack right on.

Students at work - do not bring your stinky snacks into my room at break. I have to live with that smell.

Cats - actually no, my cats aren't fucking me off now, although the smell of their food is.

7 am at my desk. Home at 8.30pm and there's fucking washing up waiting for me, the washing machine hasn't been emptied and the binbags are STILL waiting to be taken out. Maybe it's me-perhaps I should be more understanding, after all, it is two whole flights of stairs. In sure even Randolph fiennes would take one look and turn the expedition down. Fuck right off.

Ironing. Fucking ironing! I don't give two shits that your shirt for tomorrow needs decreased. Do it yourself you big fucking baby.

Yes, I know I'm small for 8 1/2 months. No, I don't know what we're having. Yes, it's my first child. Stop with the inane questions and just leave me the fuck alone.

P.s it's not my fault dear Timmy got an F for his essay. Stop emailing/calling me about it. I have 120 other children who need attention too. He's a twat. I'm sorry but there's really no cure for that.

I love this thread, makes me feel ore human and less flesh eating zombie.

I am so pissed off with people thinking they can have an opinion on everything. I don't care if you think it's a shame that I wanted to know the sex. I don't care what cute names you like.

Stop trying to touch my belly. Stop asking me if I'm excited because I already feel like a shit mother because I'm not excited, I'm just scared.

And I don't want you to tell me that Iv not got far to go, only for you to gape in horror when I say I'm only half way, I do t care if you think I'm far too big, and stop asking if it's freaking twins!