I have a high BMI. I know it’s not ideal whilst pregnant and I should’ve lost weight before attempting to conceive again.
Had a really crappy couple of years as far as TTC goes. Lost a load of weight, managed to conceive and then lost the baby a couple of days before Xmas 2015. That was a real blow and I steadily started putting the weight back on. It took us almost 2.5 years to conceive again (after losing 3 stones) only to lose that baby at 9+3 weeks (MMC).
Again, I started to put the weight back on. We weren’t using any contraception but didn’t think that it would happen as quickly as it did.
I didn’t tell my mum until I was 14 weeks gone as she had blamed my last two miscarriages on my weight.
Had just this morning told her how I’ve had a couple of bleeds with this pregnancy (thanks to a sensitive cervix) to be told by her that it’s weight related!!!!!! No it fucking isn’t!!
I’m sick and tired of being patronised, belittled and bullied about my weight. She cant help herself.
She’s critical about everything in my life, how clean my home is, how I bring DD up, the meals I cook, my weight. I know she’s ashamed of me, I know I’m an embarrassment to her. I can just see it in her face when she introduces me as her daughter. I feel like I can’t do anything right.
Myself and OH are farmers and we’re really busy at the moment. By the time I finally get into the house, get DD bathed, tea cooked, pots washed up, homework and washing put away all I want to do is go to bed, not start dusting, polishing, decluttering and hoovering. It’s really not on my list of priorities right now.
Anyway this afternoon OH has his nephew helping him around the farm so i get an afternoon ‘off’ to do some housework that I’ve been neglecting.
Stuck a film on for DD and got straight to it. Just scrubbing the bath and my mum comes around the corner having a blue fit over the fact that I’ve stuck DD in front of the TV (after being outside since 6am this morning).
I just can win, she bitches and whines about the house being a mess and when I finally get a free afternoon to sort it out, critisises me further! She’s actually taken DD for the afternoon so that she can do something ‘productive’ and not become a ‘screen demon’ (first time in months that she’s had her by the way)
Obviously this has helped me out greatly but why carry on about it?? She can see I’m up to my fucking eyeballs with everything. She could’ve come in and just said would you like me to take DD for the afternoon so that you can get on?
Arrrggghhhh and now instead of cleaning I’m on here having a massive rant so that I don’t spontaneously combust.