Anyone else fed up with the people around them?

I am 100% over the jokes and comments and questions related to pregnancy. I get them on a regular basis, in some form or another, from pretty much everyone I see. Some are well meaning, but I get asked “how are feeling” a minimum of 16 times a day. From friends, family, coworkers, strangers. quite literally from the time I wake up (husband. Well meaning, less irritating) to the time I get to sleep (also husband, with mixed response, I’m more irritated by then). I generally just feel like an incubator that people are checking on to see if I’m still operating.

On top of that, I’ve heard multiple jokes about being barefoot, pregnant and in the kitchen. It’s summer and 24 C here. Once summer hits I skip the socks. Even in the winter, at least half the time I forego socks. Which is prime opportunity for people (husband, in laws, friends) to crack the joke when I am actually in the kitchen. My close friend tried it last night. And she got all of my done-ness with it. I told her, yeah that’s not funny any more and it generally makes me want to throat punch people now. Like 👏 👏 how very clever. She said I must have done too much that day and was tired and cranky. I corrected her with.... essentially the topic of this post. She stopped and started treating me like a regular person again.

There’s also the fact that I can do or feel NOTHING that isn’t blamed on pregnancy. I disagree with my

Mom about something - I’m tired from baby and must go lie down. I get mad (people being dicks) or sad (I had to put my dog to sleep) or even don’t say anything. And it’s “crazy pregnancy hormones”. I ask husband to keep me honest, and generally, it’s good. I am less patient with peoples bullshit, but not irrational.

I can’t even want to do normal cleaning without getting “ohhh your nesting!” Like... no, missus, I typically do a deep clean twice a year and haven’t done that for 2+ years cause I was just depressed and could only do the bare minimum, and I haven’t been keeping up with regularly cleaning because I’m physically exhausted from being preggo and mentally exhausted from people like you every. Freaking. Day. My house is messy and there is dirt. My family is coming up in 3 weeks. The house just needs to be cleaned. I’m not using a toothbrush to clean the keurig.

Just... ARRRRRGH. These things.

Almost all of them. Everyday. Pretty much since people found out I was pregnant. 259 days. This is probably the reason why I’m looking forward to being done. But then it’ll be a while new thing about being a parent, regardless of how I actually feel or think.

/end rant