Angry pregnant woman stories...

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Hi, please make me feel better, I got all hormonal and angry pregnant woman this morning .

I'm 35 weeks now, so when hmrc made me wait 30 minutes on the phone, then said they need another month to sort out my tax and that they can't change my code without payslip, letter from employer etc I went a bit berserk over the phone and started ranting about how if I owed them tax they'd hunt me down, but it's fine for them to owe me ££££

Then I got all angry with my work payroll department for messing up my pay.

I'm not normally this emotional and volatile...is anyone else getting all grumpy and ranty?

Yes, me...

I'm only 11 weeks and there's a certain baby supply shop bitterly regretting their decision to approach the fixing of DS's faulty buggy with a cavalier attitude.

Early pregnancy with a 12kg 11 month old and no buggy to put him in for a fortnight is not a good time to be a smart-ass with me

When I was pregnant with DD I'd watched one of my TV programmes one afternoon and one of my favourite characters had been killed off. DH and I had the biggest argument ever about absolutely nothing later that afternoon (he may have done something mildly irritating but nothing deserving of my full wrath) as I was so annoyed at my character dying. Pregnancy makes you do funny things.

I threw a chocolate eclair at dp because he brought the wrong thing home from the shop ive never so much as shouted at him before and i sobbed after because I was so horrified at myself.

39 weeks now, it seems to have been a one off but possibly a few more weeks for it to happen again....

I'm also 11 weeks and my 2.5yo ds jumped up on me yesterday and really hurt me . I snapped at him which is SO unlike me shouted at him to stop jumping and behave . He then , in his lovely sing song 2yo voice , said "soweeee mummy" . Well that was me inconsolable .

Haha these are making me feel in good company :-) I do remember having some blazing outbursts at dp in my last pregnancy it seems pregnancy hormones can trigger some very unusual behaviour...

37 weeks with DD3 and I threw my potato masher AND the pan with the potatoes in clear across the room.

In my first trimenster I dreamt my partner cheated on me. See dreamt. I woke up so angry, I woke him up and told him to sleep on the sofa (told him his snoring was really bad). I still feel awful about it weeks later, but I had real she-hulk rage!

Me and my husband have an arrangement that Saturdays are MY sleep in and Sundays are HIS, so the other person gets up with DS. However EVERY weekend he decided there's somewhere we have to be/something we have to do on a Saturday morning and I'm woken up and told to get ready. If he can't think of anything to do he gets the vacuum cleaner out!
Today it was at 7:30!! I accept this is later than I usually get up during the week, but 7:30 is hardly a lie in!

This has given me the absolute RAGE! I've not said anything to him, I'm just silently seething and planning how I'm gunna wake him up tomorrow when he's hung over after he's been out with his friends tonight!

I'm also planning which hotel I'm booking myself into next week so I can have a lie in in peace!

Benevolent I had a dream DH couldn't get out of work to take me hospital and then I gave birth and he wasn't there, I woke up and was crying eyes out. In the morning was so angry that he hadn't woken up and also the dream.....him laughing really didn't help

I couldn't find my bra last night (only have two that fit) and went into a proper crying meltdown. It was stuck down the back of the drawer.

I have just eaten my lunch on my own in the garden to prevent myself from smashing it into DH's sodding face. He's a terrible windup merchant, always has been and always will be, but he is getting my my tits something effing rotten at the moment.
His current thing is joking that I'm not pregnant, I'm just fat. I know he doesn't mean it, and it is just his silly joke, but I may actually have my first ever meltdown with him in the fifteen years we've been together.

Contractor, he laughed??! I'd have killed him! Irrational thoughts are no laughing matter at this point, only sympathy and getting tea/chocolate is correct answer.

Donna, that's awful, and rude! My partner keeps referring to me as The Mothership, he's really on the verge of living outside until the child is here if he doesn't learn to attach his brain to his mouth.....

My DH came in rather merry (I was about 10w at the time) woke me up and I proceeded to tell him I was v tired and feeling sick- he kept chatting on about a daft argument him and his brother had had not stopping when I asked ending up in a row at 2 am and me picking up the glass of water by his bed and chucking it over him...I slept in the spare room that night...

This is one I am not particularly proud of (or am I)? It is a long tale, sorry, but necessary to get the comedic effect.

Driving to work one morning, about 7 months pregnant. Horrible, horrible drive, with everyone trying to nip in front of you, cheat queues, at the same time as driving too fast in all the wrong places. Driving along on the dual carriageway, just where three lanes change to two, a car flew past me and nipped in front just as the traffic was starting to slow down for a traffic jam. Imagine me having to brake so hard the front of my car almost made a groove in the road, and the back of the car losing contact with the tarmac.

WELL!!! I got out of the car to remonstrate with Mr Suit, by which time the traffic had started to move along again, slowly (but not slowly enough to prevent me from having to break into a bit of a trot to catch up with him). I did catch up with him, flung open his door, grabbed him by the lapels and lifted him out of his seat, swearing like a fishwife and calling him all the idiots under the sun . He looked utterly terrified and apologised profusely. Threw him back into his seat and walked sedately back to my own car, which was by now quite a bit further away than I had imagined. (A driver in an Artic yelled out of his window "Well done, love" with his thumbs up, which made me feel a little less embarrassed - thank you, that lovely man)

Now, this road, as said, is very busy, with everyone vying for position. But the traffic had come to a complete standstill, with everyone waiting behind my car, huge gaps in front of it, in all lanes. Put my hand up to all commuters to say thank you and sorry, carried on to work.

Boss says "Morning Evans - how are you?"
"Fine thanks" says I
Him - "How was your journey today?"
I tell him, and he reveals he was in the car behind me (he'd apparently slid down behind his steering wheel).

Me - "Thanks for coming to help me then"
Him - "Oh, you appeared to be doing such a good job yourself, you didn't need my help"

It has given us a few laughs over the years, and I can only hope that Mr Suit was a bit more careful about his driving from then on in.

(Sorry - that's almost a novel)!

Evans

We had decided to do some pre baby home improvements, and had ordered some wooden flooring from an online company. The week before it came we prepared by ripping up all of the manky carpets from the previous owners, and then the company got in touch to say there would be a small delay to the delivery of the flooring (like less than a week I think). Anyway, I called them up, furious about it, and caught myself saying to them "but we have taken up all of the old flooring, and I am PREGNANT" Like some awful thing was going to happen to me by walking on the floorboards for a few days longer... The woman on the phone managed to be polite to me, if I was in her position I would have been

me 7 months pregnant, dominos pizza delivery was late, very late. I've never got so many freebies in my life once I'd finished with them

So many tales. My complaints folder trebled in size during both pregnancies.

one that springs to mind is the man in the apple store. It was about 90 degrees and I had braved the number 12 bus to oxford circus at 38 weeks. DP and I had recently bought new shuffles and there was a known problem with the volume controlling headphones so went up to exchange them. A process which took 30 seconds.

Was kept waiting at the Genius Bar for ages and then the guy tried to tell me that I was going to need to book another slot to do DP's . . . . . . . He soon backed down and am sure has learnt never to cross a pregnant woman again.

I accidentally knocked a frying pan full of vegetables (for fajitas) on the floor. I threw such a strop. DH very gently took everything from me and told me to go sit down

May I just say to fanofthevoid adult cyclists on pavement. Especially ones that expect you to move drive me MAD! So I think that's perfectly justified

I'm a bit dubious about the belief that pregnant women are less rational and prone to poor decisions. Doesn't it just play into the idea that women can't make the sort of decisions and do the sorts of jobs that men do?

I remember being understandably very upset with my sister for revealing a secret while I was pregnant. I called her up and let her know how let down I was. Her response was 'oh it's your hormones'. I was doubly hurt then.

I did a pregnancy aquafit class, and one time I couldn't find my swimming costume. I searched in all my drawers, turned everything upside down. Even found myself checking the kitchen cupboards...

Missed the class. (Was pissed off as paid £50 for six classes only to miss one!) When my DH got home I was sobbing in the corner saying that he'd hidden it on purpose to stop me going (he would never do something like this btw). Eventually we did find it - in his t-shirt drawer... he'd put it there by accident. Bastard.

In London I walked in to a shop and came face to face with a pregnant lady that was already screaming "SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT" she had her eyes closed and was just letting it all out.