I'm currently 22 weeks pregnant and just need a rant.
I had a late miscarriage last year with a little girl, so this pregnancy has really not been enjoyable. I found out recently I'm having a boy
My partners family seem to enjoy making me feel guilty about being pregnant. They comment on how guilty I must feel going to visit my daughters grave when I'm pregnant with another baby.
I cannot stand my OH at the moment. I'm sure it's probably just hormones but I keep hoping he's not going to be here when I get home from work :|
I've just been looking at baby things (even though I'm not allowing myself to buy anything this time until I'm at least 30 weeks after I returned a pram last time and the shop assistant was a right bitch) and I've been sat on the sofa crying for 20 minutes because I have no idea what to dress a winter baby in and have convinced myself that I'm not going to be able to look after him
This isn't helped by EVERYONE feeling the need to give me advice on what I should be eating/doing/wearing. If I want to eat ice cream, I'll eat ice cream. Leave me be
Anyone else have days where they wish they could just give birth and live in a cave alone?!