Unreasonable Fits of Rage

It has been said that during pregnancy ones hormones go a bit crazy, that I can attest to given my incredibly short temper and regularly flying into out of proportionate expletive laden fits of rage at seemingly insignificant encounters.

Things that have sent me into a fit of rage recently;

Mark opening up the can of Milo. That's my Milo! I always have a glass of milo before work, British Milo is shit and can't compare to Australian Milo, you keep your thieving hands away from my Milo. What was most extraordinary about this outburst was that I was able to hear the can of milo being opened from literally the other end of the house.

The runner at work calling me a diva for not wanting to lift a 30kg hamper, and insulting the size of my bump. Let's just say he got a whole earful of FUCK YOU's!!!!!!!! before I calmed down, made him move the hamper, and then rubbed his shoulder in apology later that night.

Calling the runner at work a Tasteless Idiotic Moron for going out and buying the wrong Christmas cards to send out out with the said "Fuck You" Hampers. I made him him walk 10 minutes in the rain and send me pictures of christmas cards until I was satified he had found the right ones.

Mark interrupting movies we're watching to fill in pointless trivia that I don't care about - ie: in the Dark Knight Comic book, Batman has his back broken by Bane... ?? and?? could I give a shit?? It almost ruined the whole movie for me.

A young director walking into the office and telling me I am dressed like Zooey Deschanels character from Elf. I replied that he looked like a rapist and a murderer and the only reason he would dress like that of a morning is that he probably is a rapist and a murderer, and a little bit of a fisherman, with no mirror and bad eyesight. Truth be told I probably did look like Zooey Deschanels character from Elf, given I was dressed for the Christmas Party, wearing a stripey dress, red shoes and an Elf Hat.

At the work Christmas Party when someone on the other table asked me in a drunken rude way to give him the camera so that 'people at their table could take pictures too' (as if the table I was on, was taking a million fun photos of us having a better time than the other table) he barely caught the camera as I lobbed it at his head from across the room.

Being told at the chemist that they couldn't sell me Thrush Cream whilst pregnant- so I was faced with an never ending eternity of an itchy as hell weekend before I could see my GP and get a prescription. I had a mild meltdown at the cashier and practically grabbed the guy by the neck shoving him into the Nurofen stand screaming in his face "what the hell am I supposed to do now then huh!!!!!!!!!!!?!??"

Flying into a paranoid rage at the way someone had addressed an envelope to me "what point are they trying to prove addressing me as my full name on an envelope?!?! I'll call my child whatever I goddam want!"

The cleaners at work coming in and trying to spray and clean my desk whilst I was sitting and working at it. "are you trying to kill me with your toxic chemicals?!?!?!" and opening all the windows in the office even though its minus 2 degrees outside.


Ok, so some of those situations were a tad of an overreaction. Only 5 more months of this!! Lucky You ....World!!!!