I am grumpy. I have been for several days now and it's not shifting. Why? Well...
1. My bra straps keep falling down. They are on the tightest they can possibly be and yet every few minutes I have to pull them back up. And because I had to tighten the straps the underwired bit keeps jabbing me in the armpit (yes I know you aren't supposed to wear underwired bras during pregnancy - that's the subject of a grump at a later date).
2. It is winter so guess how easy it is to find maternity jumpers.... Apparently pregnant women become invincible to cold, sleet and wind. As I can no longer do up my coat the rain/sleet rapidly makes my top become just slightly more see-through than it was intended to be, flashing the annoying bra (above) at all the passersby - poor people.
3. On Saturday I realised that two of the cross-stitch symbols for the humungous picture I am doing, when printed out, look identical. All of the work done on those symbols has had to be unpicked and restitched. And now the bloody needle's gone missing and I can't find it anywhere.
4. Our local supermarket shut their toilets for months to redecorate them. I presume they spent this time painting a small (1mm x 1mm) square on the ceiling as there is absolutely no visible improvement in the squalor. They have shut them again for repairs.
On a lighter and happier note as one must always look for the silver lining on the grey wintery cloud (even if the cloud stretches from one side of the horizon to the other)...
1. MrV looked after the FB all weekend, did the shopping, cooking, changed the litter tray, took the rubbish out, vacuumed, mopped and fixed the wonky toilet seat. I sat around and grumped.
2. The Peanut has stopped sitting on my bladder and using it as a space hopper, and has found a more comfy place to relax and do what ever fetuses do. I can now get dressed without grimacing in pain.
3. Despite being a grumpy cow I am also quite calm and stress free!
10 comments:
Good to see you typing again!
Sorry you have the grumps, but it's all for a good cause. The Peanut is learning problem resolution as he just lies there prodding your bladder with his foot.
God bless husbands who know how to read moods and act accordingly. :)
You're funny when you're grumpy!
Feel for you on the cross-stitch unpicking....and for those of us with dixie cup bladder syndrome, it's very annoying when toilets are not forthcoming....hope the grumps lift soon.
It should be compulsory for toilets to be available to women- no matter what stage of life they are at!- at ALL times!!
Glad the little one has moved over, or up.
The bra issue never seems to be satisfactorily solved.. & here I am old & still complaining, Velcro!
Public toilets - don't get me started. MUST be available at all times. Any renovations should be done at night. Whether I am pregnant or not I need the toilets to be available. I'm afraid after such a "renovation" closure any subsequent closure would have seen me seeking out the manager. A weak/urgent bladder - that's not my problem; it's everyone elses when I'm out :-)
Hope the grumps lift soon. Good on MrV and the peanut for cooperating ;)
The Peanut is learning that if he continues to poke me in the bladder he may find his pocket money greatly reduced when he gets to that age.
The toilets are still closed. I think i shall write a letter of complaint to the headquarters.
Found the needle though! (but still haven't found any maternity coats or jumpers and snow is on the way)
Poor grumpy you! MrV sounds like a good egg though. If it makes you feel better our supermarket has no toilet at all....
Bras are a pain especially defective ones. I am totally sick of escaping underwires suddenly stabbing me in my rib cage (I don't have a lot of cleavage).
I like Meggie's solution of available toilets for women. Here in the US, especially at sporting arenas, there are usually too few toilets for women and long lines of ladies waiting, Hope that you feeling better soon.
I hate bras. I hate bra straps. But I find going braless, flat-chested though I am, is not a flattering look at my age.
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