What were your biggest pregnancy surprises and pet peeves?

We are all talking about this here you 🙂
So what if things didn't go your way? Who actually cares?
Look, we’ve been there too... and well, what can you do? 🙂 We'll have the baby and we're going to love that baby, period. 😍

Austin Ramirez3, how far along are you?

My mom just finished driving me absolutely insane. She calls me up just to interrogate me about whether I’ve eaten dinner yet. "Yeah," I tell her, "I had a banana, a pear, two mandarins, and now I'm grabbing some yogurt."
- Joe, Joe, that's just fruit—that isn't a real dinner! You have to eat properly, you can't just have two meals a day, and who knows if you even ate lunch... blah blah blah, endless nagging... 🙄
Look, Mom, I don't need a lecture on knowing my own body; I'm not trying to gorge myself like a pig right before bed just so I'm staring at the ceiling all night... 🙏

Anthony Watson35 said:Oh my god, public transit 😠
So, some day I’m heading to work (where I spend 80% of my time STANDING, btw) and I hop on the bus. Ffs, wearing my jacket, you couldn't see anything anyway (okay, let's be real, you can barely see anything even without the jacket).
And of course, some old guy rolls up—not even ancient, maybe mid-50s—and literally almost drops her bag in my lap:
- You could stand up for me.
Not even a question. Just a statement. And "you"? Look, I know I look young, but I'm 30 damn years old, give me a break!!!
Usually, I'd freeze up, but this time I just fired back:
- I won't be standing up, I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant, walking to a job where I have to stand all day, and I really don't feel like standing right now either.
Then I just stared out the window. Who cares what they think? Not me.
Honestly, I don't get why all these retirees who have the WHOLE day to themselves decide to swarm the buses and subways EXACTLY when everyone else is commuting to work or school. 😠

That's how it should be😠
People like that drive me insane (been since my college days, I wouldn't even sit on the subway because of people like that, even when it was half empty), and there are always these intense "grandmas" and "grandpas" just looking for a reason to complain and make a scene. Ugh, I lose it over that stuff😠
At least you could have apologized, you brat😂
And I'm positive if you weren't pregnant, you'd soon start lecturing people about how disrespectful and rude kids are nowadays

Steven Barrett6 said:That's how it should be😠
People like that drive me insane (been since my college days, I wouldn't even sit on the subway because of people like that, even when it was half empty), and there are always these intense "grandmas" and "grandpas" just looking for a reason to complain and make a scene. Ugh, I lose it over that stuff😠
At least you could have apologized, you brat😂
And I'm positive if you weren't pregnant, you'd soon start lecturing people about how disrespectful and rude kids are nowadays

Yeah, we're obnoxious☕
Always have been—but honestly, I used to pride myself on it. You see those pathetic old folks who can barely stay upright? Real sight. I’d always jump up before they even got near me, just to offer a hand. But these ladies—who aren't even that old, mind you—put on their high heels and then start huffing right in my ear 😠...as if a little lift would actually move me!
It's easier now that I'm sitting down (morning sickness still hits me pretty hard most days, too). And frankly, I couldn't care less about how many kids someone had or how much dirt they moved afterward... ☕...they could've stayed put for all I care. I didn't force them to squeeze onto the subway with me ☕

Now you’ve gone and reminded me of this,
So, I live out in the countryside—you know, more rural, quiet vibes. I’m about five months pregnant, right? I’m just walking past a garden when this elderly lady digging up potatoes stops me and asks if I can help her lift a bucket full of them. And by the way, this thing had to be at least 45 pounds.
I tried to be perfectly polite and explain that I really couldn't because I'm pregnant—honestly, it didn't even cross my mind to say yes first.
And she actually has the nerve to tell me that it's probably easier for me than it is for her! Like, excuse me? WTF!!!??? 😠
Joe, I was so incredibly livid!
I basically snapped back and told her, "Look, I get that you're older and it's hard for you, but for me, there's a double risk here—it's me and the baby—and I am absolutely not risking anything, especially not your potatoes, to jeopardize my child's safety." Okay, maybe I went a little overboard there, but I was just sooo 😠
and there were plenty of other people passing by, so why did she have to pick me to bother?

Anthony Watson35 said:Yeah, we're obnoxious☕
Always have been—but honestly, I used to pride myself on it. You see those pathetic old folks who can barely stay upright? Real sight. I’d always jump up before they even got near me, just to offer a hand. But these ladies—who aren't even that old, mind you—put on their high heels and then start huffing right in my ear 😠...as if a little lift would actually move me!
It's easier now that I'm sitting down (morning sickness still hits me pretty hard most days, too). And frankly, I couldn't care less about how many kids someone had or how much dirt they moved afterward... ☕...they could've stayed put for all I care. I didn't force them to squeeze onto the subway with me ☕

I’ve always been the one to give up my seat to those poor seniors too... then just yesterday, I’m heading downtown to the farmer's market and I take a seat... I’m fourteen weeks pregnant, but you wouldn't even know it because my jacket hides my bump... then in come the old men, the elderly ladies, and those specific types of women who give you that nasty side-eye, acting like they’d gladly shove you off your chair just to sit for a single stop... they were looking at me just like that, thinking, "Look at this little thing, why is she sitting?" (they actually whispered about it, too), but I seriously look much younger than I am; anyone would swear I was twenty instead of twenty-seven... I was just sitting there with my hair blowing in the wind, practically waiting for someone to say something, and I think I might have caused a scene right there on the train... I mean, who do they think they are, deciding who gets to sit where and when!!!

Honestly, the absolute best part of this whole thing is reading everyone's comments... I mean, what is with all this modern hand-holding and constant caution? Back in my day, we were out in the fields every single day, digging up potatoes and lugging heavy baskets on our heads right up until the moment we went into labor! 🙂

I made this massive mistake once—early in my pregnancy, I hopped on a bus downtown right around noon. I wasn't even planning on sitting down, despite being pregnant, because I was honestly terrified for my own life. I tucked myself into the corner of the bus, and this old guy nearly leveled me charging toward an empty seat like he was running a drill... As if my life wasn't stressful enough already. 😲😲😲 They’re just awful, and I say this without any guilt: I can't stand those old bus riders.
It happened again at the subway station yesterday. This old man is just standing there, blocking the entire walkway, refusing to budge while everyone else tries to get past. Someone had to swerve around him and ended up catching me right in the stomach with an elbow. ☕ 😠

Michael Hernandez50 said:Honestly, the absolute best part of this whole thing is reading everyone's comments... I mean, what is with all this modern hand-holding and constant caution? Back in my day, we were out in the fields every single day, digging up potatoes and lugging heavy baskets on our heads right up until the moment we went into labor! 🙂

To quote myself—I honestly couldn't care less who gave birth to whom or how much dirt they shoveled afterward 😳. That's their business.
Heading downtown this afternoon... hopefully without getting into some massive standoff on the bus...

Oh, you’ve just gone and brought back a memory I’d much rather forget.... a few days ago, I was riding the subway home from a local vineyard out in Napa, just standing there in the middle of a nearly empty car, when suddenly the train jolts to a halt. Out of nowhere, this elderly woman at the far end of the car practically launches herself toward me—I am telling you, it was like she had been fired out of a catapult! She slammed right into me, and thank God I happened to be turned sideways, otherwise she would have knocked me flat on my face. It wasn't that I was injured, really, just a bit of a bruise on my leg and arm, but the sheer shock of it! Honestly, how do people behave like this? It isn't just the transit system either; it's everywhere—standing in line at Chase Bank, waiting at the doctor's office, or even just at the local Post Office. People seem to have zero regard for anyone else, acting as if they're the only person on the planet and everyone else is just an obstacle in their way. I’ve always been the type to feel bad for others and let people cut ahead of me, but lately, when I try to stand my ground because I'm being called out of turn at the hospital, those old men give me such nasty looks—as if they're the ones being inconvenienced just because they have some "urgent" business to attend to back at home!

Ugh, I used to get so incredibly annoyed seeing those grandmas and grandpas sprinting through the subway station or rushing past people on the bus just to snag a seat, shoving everyone else out of the way in the process... but now that I’m pregnant? Honestly, I kind of want to throw hands 😠🙂. So, my new strategy is basically walking onto the train with my hands held out in front of my belly and my elbows flared out... that way, if someone tries to shove past me, they just end up slamming right into my elbow instead of my ribs 😬
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And don't even get me started on how people see I'm pregnant and it doesn't even cross their minds to offer a seat. It’s a whole thing. I swear, nobody would even stand up if I were in active labor right there on the spot 👎. I’ve had two separate occasions where they *only* let me sit down after I practically begged... and then there were those times when I was already seated and someone actually tried to nudge me out of the way, like, did they not realize what was happening? 🙄 But hey, nothing new there. I’ve seen plenty of situations before where a pregnant woman is standing while a whole crowd sits there totally oblivious 👎
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I honestly can’t stand seeing it anymore—those pregnant women forced to stand there while everyone else just sits comfortably, scrolling through their phones or chatting away on the subway.... I saw it happen right at the university campus the other day; there was this woman, probably in her eighth month, just standing there for over half an hour waiting for a professor to show up for consultations. The poor thing looked absolutely exhausted and swollen, yet right next to her on the bench sat two total jerks who didn't even blink or offer a glance in her direction... I finally lost my cool and snapped, "Hey, for heaven's sake, get up! Can't you see she can barely stand?" It was nearly 90 degrees out, she was flushed bright red from the heat, and they just sat there like nothing was happening.

Listen up, ladies, first rule of riding the bus: stick some headphones in your ears 😬 and just stare out the window. Or better yet, have a book open.
Trust me, the biggest mistake you can make is accidentally making eye contact with those seat-snatchers on public transit. They basically scan the aisles the second you step on, hunting for their next target with surgical precision. That’s the moment: act like you don't care about anything and keep your breathing shallow. Don't let them see you sweat. 🤣
Jokes aside, don't let people like that get under your skin—you have every right to grab a seat on the bus and stay put without feeling bad about it.
I'm lucky because I catch the bus a few stops after it starts its route, so I always find a spot. I sit down, stay seated, and I don't feel a single ounce of guilt about it.
I'm not going to hover like a vulture waiting to see who's gonna swoop in and take my spot. 😲

Ladies, please, don't be so intimidated when it comes time to stand up for yourselves! Think of this as practice for the future, for those days when you absolutely have to put someone in their place—maybe because they're being difficult about your child accidentally knocking something over or something similar..

I had an unpleasant encounter at Chase Bank recently when an elderly woman got upset because I wouldn't let her cut in line to withdraw her pension. I simply told her that everyone has their own number, and that after this, I have to get to work, and after work, I have to study for my exams; I don't have the luxury of time that she has, where the highlight of her day is just cooking lunch and watching a pot simmer. She fell silent and waited her turn, though she didn't stop huffing. You know that feeling when someone stands behind you and expresses their discontent through heavy breathing? It’s incredibly distracting, but honestly, I was just glad I stood my ground so her huffing didn't get under my skin as much. 😬 In the past, I never would have been so blunt, but now I've had ENOUGH, and I refuse to bow my head to insensitive people!

When I go to my OB-GYN, the waiting room has a couch that can maybe fit six people if you're really squeezing in. The ultrasound department is on the same floor, so regardless of the doctor, patients for ultrasounds often end up waiting there for days, especially during peak times for pregnant women and emergencies. Then, three obnoxious older women will come in, gossiping about nonsense and sprawling out across the entire couch, while we pregnant women are left standing for 45 minutes waiting for our appointments. Ha! Not on my watch! Last time, I politely informed them that they needed to squeeze together, because there was clearly enough room for at least two more pregnant women on that couch!

We just need to realize that standing our ground is for our own sake and for the well-being of our babies. As for those selfish types who act shocked when you won't jump through hoops for them—the kind of people we constantly run into—we can only feel pity for them. They lack empathy and, with age, they seem to have lost all sense of perspective on life, which they probably never truly had to begin with. And no, we don't care how many groceries they hauled or how many cabinets they moved while they were pregnant! Nor do we care if they expect us to spring to their aid the moment we see them at a bus stop! That kind of kindness is a choice, and frankly, most people don't show us that same courtesy! Shout out to the exceptions, though!

I could go on about the fools waiting in line at big shopping malls, but I won't. It drives me crazy when, for example, there's one lane marked specifically for pregnant women and people with disabilities, the store is packed, and out of all the registers, THAT specific one is the only one out of order! For real, it's infuriating!

Ashley Price57, you hit the nail on the head! 👋

Last month I went to see my doctor for some sick leave, right? I walk into the waiting room and—as usual—it’s packed to the rafters. I quickly scan for any open seats and spot this elderly lady sitting there, but there’s a purse sitting in the chair right next to her. Since I didn't think it was cool to make her sit alone while her bag took up the space, I turned to the old lady, pointed at the purse, and asked if the seat was free. But oh boy, 😁
that lady just stared at me, snatched that purse up, and practically bolted out of her seat! 🤷 Man, talk about karma hitting me instantly!
So, yeah, I sat down. 😍

Michael Hernandez50 said:Honestly, the absolute best part of this whole thing is reading everyone's comments... I mean, what is with all this modern hand-holding and constant caution? Back in my day, we were out in the fields every single day, digging up potatoes and lugging heavy baskets on our heads right up until the moment we went into labor! 🙂

Yeah, and that’s exactly why there were way more spontaneous deaths, stillbirths, and sick kids back then compared to now.
The staff at my local clinic gives me the side-eye because my doctor told me straight up that I don't need to sit around in the waiting room—he told me to just walk right in and see him immediately. 😍

Unbelievable! :2up:

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Austin Ramirez3 says: Listen up, ladies, rule number one for riding the bus/subway is to shove some music in your ears 😬 and just stare out the window. Or grab a book and pretend you're busy. Trust me, you’re most vulnerable when you make the mistake of making eye contact with those seat-snatchers on public transit. Those people scan the seats the second they step on board with surgical precision, picking their target instantly. That’s the moment: act like you don't care and breathe shallowly. Don't let them see you sweat. 🤣 Jokes aside, don't let stuff like this get to you—you have every right to sit down on the bus or subway and keep your spot without feeling bad about it. I’m lucky enough to catch my bus a few stops after it starts, so I always find a seat. Once I sit, I stay seated, no matter what, and I don't feel even a tiny bit guilty. I'm not going to be hovering like a vulture, waiting to see who tries to swoop in on my space. 😲

Everything 👍 especially the bold part!!!!

I actually broke down in tears yesterday! 🙂

Look, I’m fully aware of my weight. I know I’ve put on a significant amount—about 42 pounds so far—and I realize it’s probably going to be an uphill battle to lose it all, but honestly, I don't need it shoved in my face every single second. 😠
I was hanging out with my mom and aunt yesterday, and predictably, they started commenting on my weight. To make matters worse, I stupidly mentioned that my doctor expects the baby to be around 6.8 pounds by the end of the term (though I conveniently left out him mentioning that the baby seems a bit small 😢), and naturally, they launched into that whole tired lecture about how pregnant women who gain too much weight end up having smaller babies 😢.

It’s true that I’ve had my moments of weakness where I definitely overindulged in sweets and portions, but the issue is that I haven't been able to stay active to burn any of those calories off
. And why not? Because from the very start of this pregnancy, I've been dealing with constant back pain and hip issues that have made moving around a struggle.
It’s not like I’ve just been lying around, but I haven't been capable of going for long walks. I consider it a major win if I manage to mop the floors in this massive house, only to end up crying in bed at night because my spine is throbbing
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Then, of course, there's my "wonderful" husband, who decides to call me fat under his breath, and then goes on to tell me how some other pregnant woman in the waiting room at the OB-GYN (who I didn't even see) looked so fit and slim, like she only had a little bump instead of me waddling around like a penguin. And he said all this right in front of my mother.
How am I supposed to be okay with that?!

Honestly, screw them all! :2up:
I know I've gained weight, and that is my business to deal with.
The same goes for whether the baby turns out to be high-strung because apparently, I get "too stressed" during pregnancy. If the kid ends up being difficult, that's on me.
:2up: It's my problem, not theirs. They aren't the ones raising this child, I am!

Michael Barrett11 said:I actually broke down in tears yesterday! 🙂

Look, I’m fully aware of my weight. I know I’ve put on a significant amount—about 42 pounds so far—and I realize it’s probably going to be an uphill battle to lose it all, but honestly, I don't need it shoved in my face every single second. 😠
I was hanging out with my mom and aunt yesterday, and predictably, they started commenting on my weight. To make matters worse, I stupidly mentioned that my doctor expects the baby to be around 6.8 pounds by the end of the term (though I conveniently left out him mentioning that the baby seems a bit small 😢), and naturally, they launched into that whole tired lecture about how pregnant women who gain too much weight end up having smaller babies 😢.

It’s true that I’ve had my moments of weakness where I definitely overindulged in sweets and portions, but the issue is that I haven't been able to stay active to burn any of those calories off
. And why not? Because from the very start of this pregnancy, I've been dealing with constant back pain and hip issues that have made moving around a struggle.
It’s not like I’ve just been lying around, but I haven't been capable of going for long walks. I consider it a major win if I manage to mop the floors in this massive house, only to end up crying in bed at night because my spine is throbbing
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Then, of course, there's my "wonderful" husband, who decides to call me fat under his breath, and then goes on to tell me how some other pregnant woman in the waiting room at the OB-GYN (who I didn't even see) looked so fit and slim, like she only had a little bump instead of me waddling around like a penguin. And he said all this right in front of my mother.
How am I supposed to be okay with that?!

Honestly, screw them all! :2up:
I know I've gained weight, and that is my business to deal with.
The same goes for whether the baby turns out to be high-strung because apparently, I get "too stressed" during pregnancy. If the kid ends up being difficult, that's on me.
:2up: It's my problem, not theirs. They aren't the ones raising this child, I am!

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tina, it won't be 🙂
that's just old wives' tales, much like those myths about how the position of the placenta determines the baby's gender.

Hey Tina, have you thought about just telling your husband he really let you down? You could explain that you were hoping for a bit more support from him, and maybe once he realizes how much his reaction stung, he'll stop calling you that.🤷
Honestly, if I were in your shoes, I would have absolutely lost my mind.

I actually found myself breaking down in tears last night over the exact same thing!
My husband just headed straight to bed without even checking if I was coming or saying goodnight.
So, there I am, starting to tear up because he didn't even say goodnight, when suddenly he comes over, pulls me into a big hug, and starts soothing me.
Looking back, the whole situation feels pretty hilarious, even though in the moment I was convinced my hormones had completely hijacked my brain!😁