Hi all
So I've dared raise my head above the parapet again. I haven't had a single mood swing in this pregnancy but I blamed my hormones when my boss spotted me crying this evening. And I'm not normally a sappy, emotionally needy wreck so cheers for that.
To all those who've helped me compile a list thank you so much, I'm truly grateful, and I'll join them all together then I'm ready to go, charity shops here I come. As for the bus/walking from the hospital thing, we've figured if it comes to the worst, I'm to get a cab and my hubby will take a bus with jnr and my sister for moral support.
To all those who so very kindly offered me items. That's too kind but I really wasn't after charity from strangers, I know I am not as needy as some. I just wanted to express frustration that when you are offered things from friends and family, and when you really need the help, it's gutting when their idea of charity turns out to be the sort that leaves the donor with a fuzzy glow, but the recipient with nothing practical. Like those people who take bags and bags of knackered, unwashed clothes to charity shops and then feel smug while leaving the shop to cope with the mess. Or are you all building massive soft toy collections for your unborns as a priority too? If you don't understand why that might be gutting you obviously weren't really in need of those hand me downs you received from others and were just playing some sort of bizarre ritual. Whoop de doo I hope it was fun. Or do you believe that the poor should be grateful for whatever you hand to them, even if you know it's of no practical use to them, and how dare they think otherwise. Because that's the worst, meanest, lowest form of charity - that's being kind to your own ego at the expense of others.
To those who thought I phrased the first post badly, I'm sorry, I'm used to forums where people write in a pithy, hug free and non-fluffy fashion and also use swear words liberally not because they are really-weely pissed off but just because they still think it's juvenilely amusing. I was attempting to put across my bemused exasperation in what I thought was an amusing fashion. I guess it really, really wasn't. And the stuff about my mum came out once I was already upset so I'm sorry if I couldn't react nicely to being verbally eviscerated by a pack of bored housewives.
And to the others who took three paragraphs or so, scan read them to miss out whole chunks, and then spun a whole life involving spoilt princesses, people on the scrounge for free stuff from strangers on the internet, reckless unplanned pregnancies and spoilt grasping attitudes and chips on the shoulder, I think it says more about your own internal dialogues than mine. What horrible minds you and your righteous indignation inhabit. But thanks for giving me an early taste of the bitchiness of the schoolgate. You'll be the people with all the nice, shiney stuff, and miserable husbands who I'll know to avoid.
So that final group can get back to whinging about how much you'd all do anything to be pregnant, then how you all hate being pregnant, about whether or not to waste money on a doppler to chase your little ones round your belly - heaven forbid it might not be best for the baby as long as it gives you some sort of emotional crutch.
Or why not wail about whether surviving solely on fizzy drinks and chocolate is so bad as it's alllll you can eat, those nasty nasty wasty doctors for not phrasing every sentence to you in an agreeable fashion even when sometimes there isn't a nice way to phrase things and mostly they're worked off their feet and sick of pregnant primadonnas, Or why not ponder whether to chuck your hubby's dog out on the streets because it's your right as a pregnant woman, or whether to ban your inlaws from visiting you because it's your right as a pregnant woman. You could even debate, but not too hard, whether it's your right to be a hideously moody harriden and make other people's lives hell - because you're pregnant, and most pressingly of all the truly righteous indignation that people dare notice you're packing a big fat pregnant belly.
I thought my hubby was being a bit harsh when he looked at some of these threads and thought they were dominated by rather too many spoilt little princess types. I was wrong.
Now go on there's probably a lull in the board, it's getting quiet and a bit boring and you're in need of another victim to gang up on and pummel with some of those charming maternal hormones. So why not inhale another cake and give me another kicking. But do me a favour and actually read EVERY line of this - even if some of you have to move your lips to do it - rather than skim reading as craply as you did the first time.
Phew do I feel better. I think I'll class that as my first - and so long as I keep off this forum - only mood swing of my pregnancy.