Turtle, SNAP! You just described my weekend. I'm having trouble sleeping due to wriggly baby, wriggly DH (who is going to be sent to spare room soon), backache and heartburn.
My moods are BLACK and I'm prone to hurling things across the livingroom/kitchen etc - no matter how crappy I'm feeling I find the strength to throw things This weekend I threw a full but cold kettle because all the water backed up along the spout and soaked me. Kettle now looks worse for wear with a large dent in it's shiny stainless steel side and kitchen floor tiles have yet another crack. DH calmly came into kitchen, picked up kettle, sat me down in living room (sobbing) and cleaned up watery mess without a word. Then cuddled me, which made me cry more. He's such an angel putting up with my psychotic moments, I feel quite ashamed afterwards
I'm not particularly enjoying pg either, and feel under pressure to smile and look content all the time, when the truth is, sometimes it's a pain in the ar$e (and back and boobs and foof and swollen feet!) Don't get me wrong, I love playing tap-tap on my tummy with Boo and feeling him/her kick me, but I can't seem to cheerfully ignore all the problems that come along with it.
What I need is a good night out with the girls, several pints of Stella and a bag of greasy chips on the way home - but I can't stay awake after 9:30pm, Stella is off the menu and chips make me hurl, so it's misery all round in my house!!!