Utterly, utterly fed up

[Purpleboa]

As it says in the title, really! I've just come off the phone to the bank who, despite me making a branch visit and having to chase things up with a phone call (long and frustrating) have still managed to bodge up a simple name change. Normally, I'd be annoyed but would leave it after a little rant to my partner. But in the eighth month of pregnancy, I just lost it! Got all choked and emotional on the phone, ended up just hanging up on them. It's the fact I have to go back to the branch again. Fine when I'm not pregnant with bad SPD, but just such a struggle now. A 15 minute walk (up a hill and let's not forget many stairs) is agony. I dread the thought of doing it - ok, I can, but I shouldn't have to!!

It comes on the back of a very difficult two days at work, where I've felt sick, bloated and so very tired. I'm 32 weeks in and I just don't know if I can do this. But I feel like such a wimp for saying this. Many women on here seem to have pushed out entire football teams with no ill effect and this is only my first! So I feel like less of a woman for not coping with it.

It's just I didn't realise how hard it would be. I had a relatively easy 6 months but now karma has come to bite, and I'm being made to regret those boasts about an easy pregnancy. I just want a few days off, so I can walk/run/swim, have sex with my DH and join the rest of the world in a beer garden. Instead I'm in tears with the curtains shut, having shouted unfairly at my DH.

Argh! Sorry for my rant, I know I should be so happy and grateful to be pregnant. On one level of course I am, I just didn't realise how hard it was going to be!

Oh love I feel your pain! SPD is hideous as is the latter stages of pregnancy. Can you or your other half drive you to the bank?

Im 37 weeks with my third, have hideous SPD, headaches and my morning sickness has returned! Oh and my 2.5 year old broke his leg on Friday and has to wear a full leg cast for 6 weeks can't even drink gin to get through it all!!!

Oh, I was you a few fifteen years ago, in the Parking Permit office of Islington Borough Council. I was post pregnancy - DS was about 2 weeks old - and I'd lugged him all the way up Upper Street to the offices. It had to be accomplished face to face.

Needless to say, I became a gibbering wreck probably because I'd left some sort of ID at home, and the mean behind the counter demanded it. Eventually, as I was making no sense, and DS had started to scream the place down, he gave up and handed over the permit.

So, you have all my sympathy, and in years to come, you'll look upon this as part of Lifes Rich Tapestry!

Good Luck with the rest of the pregnancy, and don't be too hard on yourself.