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I just had the hugest pregnancy meltdown which soooo isnt me. Awhile ago my old steamvac broke down and my dad asked me what i wanted for xmas and I told him i had this New Bissell steam vac i wanted. Well my cheap dad( and i mean cheap...he has hundreds of thousands of dollars in the bank and he wont spend a dime of it unless he absolutely has to) decides to give me this thirty year old hoover steam vac that weighs a **** ton and ya have to dump the tank twice per clean tank. I asked DH to do the floors cuz it really is too heavy for me to push and DH wasnt listening on how to use it so the floors were sopping cuz the grey water tank was full and not sucking anything up. So i went to do it right. I accidentally stubbed his toe with it and he started screaming at me and i was apologizing and he kept glaring and yelling and i got mad and took it out on the steam vac. I lifted it a few inches up and slammed it down and that old plastic shattered in about 30 places. Oops!!! Not sure how im gonna tell my dad i broke it. Lmao.
OH hun I understand totally. The other day my measuring cup drawer was stuck and would only come out like 4 inches.... I started banging it as hard as I could until the darn thing came unstuck it is like hormone rage.
Oh I've been crazy lately. I'm not exactly stoic when I'm not pregnant, but man...I've just been going off. I've been getting really angry at work or crying uncontrollably. Had to walk away from a dementia resident last night because he kept trying to touch my stomach and get under my shirt (I'm a big girl, there's no way anyone can tell I'm pregnant), he was just being a perv. After asking him to stop several times, I started seeing red. I walked away and let someone else deal with him. While I know he doesn't really know what he's doing because he has dementia, I had to walk away. Normally I'm really calm and patient, but I just couldn't take it. I've been doing lots of deep breathing exercises lately! Haha.
I get nutso.... Last time I was pregnant I was super upset about something dumb. Dh found it hilarious. I threatened to go to the garage and beat him with my putter because it was easier to replace than a wood or iron. Which he found hysterical. Which made me want to kill him!