I'm a snotty hormonal mess because I'm pregnant and my parcel hasn't turned up.

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I'm crying and it's ridiculous. I know it's ridiculous but I've just been sobbing huge great big fat tears because DPD not only failed to deliver my parcel yesterday but are also not re-delivering it today as arranged because they are utter twunts. There is no other reasonable explanation. I didn't know they weren't re-delivering it today until I checked the track my parcel link. Instead they are delivering it tomorrow when I am at work.

It is two pairs of maternity jeans from ASOS which were supposed to be next day delivery. I currently only have one pair which I am wearing and have had to wear all week as I suddenly popped and none of my normal clothes fit me any more. I was really looking forward to not having to wear them again for a bit. I live rurally and can't buy maternity stuff locally on the high street.

DP is looking at me like this

There is also no chocolate and I hate my iPad

Here's to being a snotty hormonal mess! I'm also feeling very sorry for myself today and have far less excuse than you do. I'm not exactly suffering, just consigned to a day on the sofa by my own stupidity - had plans for today, and left everything in the car last night in an attempt to be organised (including purse, keys etc). My FIL phoned late last night and asked my DH for some emergency baby sitting help - my BILs are quite little and one of them is unwell. This wouldn't have been a problem to my plans at all, but in my tired/baby-brained state I forgot to tell my DH that I'd put all my stuff in the car already... He left early this morning and kindly left me sleeping, so my plans have gone completely up the spout and without money or keys I can't even leave the house! He phoned me earlier to check on me and I sobbed down the phone in a complete mess - think I worried him quite a bit. Feeling ridiculously melodramatic about the whole thing, when really I should just be glad to have some me time before the baby arrives. Hormones are bonkers, aren't they?

I've just written a very cathartic email to DPD and I've found a chocolate Tracker bar at the back of the cupboard. I think I will be okay

DP has left me alone for a bit. He is wiser than he appears sometimes!

for you too crazychemist

My bil g.f had a melt down because she couldn't get a McDonalds milkshake
I haven't had any yet but I'm sure I will.

I feel ya.

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Hormones are a Bitch

Dpd are cunts

I feel your pain! I just spent and hour walking around my local shopping centre looking like a hot, sweaty mess trying to find some clothes to fit my increasing waist (it wasn't small before but she's making herself known now) and no where offers maternity in store, so I've just picked up bigger and bigger sizes which still didn't fit and left me wanting to punch someone in the face.

In the end I've walked away with 3 dull, huge v neck tshirt a from Evans Coz I couldn't find anything else.

Mini meltdown calmed once back in the car with aircon and Beyoncé

Magnums. I've decided Magnums are going to solve all my problems

dlah I actually think the Internet has made maternity shopping in the high street worse!