It feels like every single news cycle is just about her personal life or media scrutiny instead of the actual games. The Fever are trying to build a winning team, but the constant spotlight on one player is getting ridiculous. Does anyone else feel like the media is overhyping the drama just to get clicks?
So, I just got blindsided by some mom pushing a stroller with what looked like a two-year-old in it. She wasn't even looking where she was going—completely turned the other way—and ended up slamming the handlebar right into me, scraping my leg while her kid nearly tumbled out of the seat. Of course, she didn't even notice me; she didn't realize she’d done anything wrong at all. She didn't even offer an apology, she just turned her head back the other way and kept on walking. I was left feeling totally 😲😲 I didn't even have time to react, and honestly, I sat there wondering what I could possibly even say to someone like that. I just told my husband that if I ever pull something like that, he should feel free to call me out publicly.
Roger Sullivan66 said:And what were they even digging up—the ones that gave birth in the dead of winter? They were probably just splitting firewood... Or maybe they were out there clearing ice and snow off the roads instead of using plows, just so the horses wouldn't struggle as much.😁
Exactly. And they were pulling heavy physical shifts all through the winter, too. Not like we do today.
Honestly, it really bugs me when people poke at my belly and say, "It’s going to be a boy." I mean, sure, it might be, but wtf? What does that even matter—whether it's a girl or a guy? Both my husband and I couldn't care less; we are just counting down the days until this baby is here, and we’re going to love them just as much regardless of gender because they're ours. It feels like everyone is just flattering us—like the old-fashioned way where they say, "Oh, you'll have a son!" To my husband, it's like, "Congrats on making a son," and to me, it's "Congrats, you're having a son." It irritates me that my kid is being judged by gender before they've even been born. And let's be real, the ones doing most of that gender-based judging are women 95% of the time.
Lucky you. I actually got a card from $67 yesterday because I was five minutes late—I honestly thought I’d make it on time, but I clearly miscalculated.
I was at my local Chase branch the other day—absolute chaos inside. There were only three chairs in the waiting area, and of course, all three were taken: some older gentleman, a guy in his late 30s who looked like a local entrepreneur, and a woman in her 50s. Everyone else, including moms with kids, just had to stand there—myself included. Then, the teller tried to head out for her break, which triggered this lady in one of the seats to absolutely lose it on her. It’s like, is there no shame left? Taking a break when there’s a pregnant woman standing right there in the bank? Suddenly, everyone turned on me, asking why I didn't just stand up if it bothered me that I was sitting down. It spiraled into this huge, ridiculous shouting match where everyone ended up arguing with each other because of me. Honestly, I realized there was zero point in getting involved, so I just🥳
Dana Miller2 said:It’s mostly passed for me now, but back during the second quarter, I couldn't even walk into a Target without starting a fight, everything just felt like a personal attack... 🤣
Now that I'm nearing the end of my pregnancy, I'm just trying to come to terms with it all because I realize there's no point in fighting it—I can't change anything significant anyway. I'm just stressing myself out unnecessarily, as if I didn't have enough on my plate already. At the end of the day, I have to have this baby—it's not like I have a choice. All I can really do is cross my fingers and hope everything turns out fine.
hollowmarlin49 said:Ugh, let me tell you about this absolute nightmare at the grocery store yesterday. My husband was busy watching a movie, so I just popped out real quick to grab some chips and crackers. I grabbed what I needed, but then I had to squeeze past the deli section, and the aisle was tiny because Diana had stocked it way too full. There’s this lady standing there waiting for her ham, so I politely asked if she could move just a bit so I could pass. And this woman—I kid you not—looks at me and goes, "Fine, I'll move, but look how 😲." Excuse me?!?!? Like, seriously? Will you please just step aside? Instead of being decent, she swings her backpack right at me and hits me in the stomach. Honestly, I can't even write down what I screamed at her without needing a drink, but let's just say I shoved both her and that bag right back... man, I was actually shaking. I mean, how much of an idiot do you have to be to act like that? Commenting on my size (when I'm literally due to give birth this month!) and then swinging a bag at me? If she had said anything after I shoved her away, I think my baby would've ended up being born in a county jail. Just thinking about it makes me so mad again, which is why I didn't want to post this, but I just couldn't let it go. Lady, rot in hell :2up:
EDIT: My husband won't even let me go back to the store now.
this is absolute peak chaos👎 did anyone else in the store say anything? whether she was crazy or not, I don't think she would have fared well
I’m heading to the clinic today for my scan—and let’s just say I’ve definitely got the biggest bump in the room. The waiting room is packed; two guys actually showed up for their 4D ultrasounds. Then there’s a whole crowd of women who aren't even pregnant, and nobody is saying anything. One girl, whose belly was actually smaller than mine, had the nerve to get up and offer me her chair. I didn't take it since the room cleared out pretty fast anyway. But honestly, what is the deal with these pregnant women showing up with their husbands? Why don't they ever say anything to them if it doesn't cross their minds to speak up?
Jacob Castillo60 said:Lately, I’ve noticed that whenever I wake up in the morning after sleeping on my left side with a pillow tucked between my knees, I experience this intense tingling sensation—almost like pins and needles—running through my arms and legs, which really forces me to stretch out and move around a bit before I can actually get out of bed!🤷
My arms have been tingling the last few days too. We've already discussed this—it'll pass. It's mostly just part of being pregnant.
Elizabeth Edwards10 said:I honestly can't stand any of you who claim birth was easy. Mine lasted nine hours and it was brutally painful, though it passed and most of the memory has faded. It's something that happens and then it's over. In two years, I could do it again. It also annoyed me how everyone felt the need to tell me their entire life story. Pregnant women seem to be magnets for lunatics, but get used to it, because it won't be any different once the baby arrives. Just the other day, I was walking with a friend who isn't pregnant, and some woman walks up to *her* and says, "How sweet, a future mom," and she replies, "I'm not pregnant," and the woman just insists, "Oh yes, you look like you are." 😲🤣Then she turns to me and asks, "What a cute baby, how long did it take you to give birth? Was the pain intense?" I just told her, "Not really, I was reading the Wall Street Journal at the table and didn't feel a thing." 😂
😂😂😂
The truth is, I don't get why these random strangers feel compelled to recount their birthing stories to me as if we belong to some private club. And seriously, can you please leave out the graphic details? It's obvious I haven't gone through it yet. If you went through it and survived, why assume I won't be able to do the same? Stop playing the martyr and making your struggle everyone else's problem.
I’ve had this happen more than a few times now. I walk into a perfectly normal retail store—one that doesn't even carry maternity wear or baby supplies—and I can feel myself being judged. It’s usually the sales clerks giving me that look, as if to say, "What are you even doing here? We don't have anything for you." Why are you staring? Why can't you just mind your own business? It isn't like I'm going to be pregnant forever. I’ll go through this, and just because I’m not exclusively shopping at Target or specialized baby boutiques doesn't mean I'm selfish or that I won't be a good mother. I still go for my walks every single day, and I’ve probably passed most of the baby stores in the area by now. I know all the prices; I know exactly where everything is located, and I even know which shop ran out of size 6M butterfly print pajamas. I’ve been spending most of my time walking through air-conditioned shopping malls to escape this heat, which is how I know all this. So, whenever I catch one of those bewildered stares, I just stare right back. I wait for them to actually say something to me—and when they finally do, they’re going to hear exactly what I think.
I'm at the post office today. The line is stretching out the door. As soon as I walked in, everyone turned to look at me, then immediately played dumb like they hadn't noticed—not that it matters. The only person who actually offered to let me cut ahead was an old gentleman with a cane standing right in front of me. I didn't take him up on it; I felt fine, and I honestly didn't mind waiting. What really got under my skin, though, was this guy—maybe forty, totally jacked, wearing sunglasses indoors—who showed up after me and kept trying to squeeze his way to the front of the line. After his third attempt, I finally snapped. I told him, loud enough for the whole room to hear, that while I might have had priority, I wasn't about to let anyone skip just because they were in a rush, so he could stop breathing down my neck and fidgeting. That’s when everyone jumped in. They absolutely tore him apart for his lack of manners, and instead of apologizing, he actually tried to argue with the entire crowd. Only after that did everyone finally acknowledge me and let me go ahead.
vividhawk87 said:I try asking her about my pain, and she just brushes it off, telling me it’s totally normal and that I shouldn't overexert myself. I ask about this symptom or that issue, and again, she tells me not to worry about it too much. I even bring up intimacy—asking if it's okay—and she just hits me with, "Well, you two have become so closed off." Honestly, what am I supposed to make of responses like that? (Thankfully, I’m a huge medical enthusiast myself, so I already understand the mechanics of all this; I only ask her to see what her take will be)
When I’m not satisfied with an answer, I’ll fire off ten more questions if necessary until I get exactly the explanation I need. Don't let her off easy; she's there to take care of you.
I don't get it. Are you asking because she isn't responding, or what? I’m not letting this gin go until I get every single answer I’m looking for. Every single time we sit down to talk, I end up being the one digging for answers, asking every question under the sun—even if he isn't exactly known for being a man of many words.
rustyrider20 said:I’ve gotta point out—even in this thread about surviving the heatwave, everyone keeps bringing up snoring husbands... seriously, does anyone actually have a partner who doesn't sound like a chainsaw? Ever since I started working from home full-time, his snoring has become a total nightmare. It used to be fine—I'd just record him on my phone and laugh about it later, or honestly, I barely even noticed because he’d go to bed right when I was heading out to campus or running errands. But now that I'm stuck at home all day? It’s not funny anymore. It's just exhausting. 🙂
Not that I'm bragging, but my man doesn't snore.😁 In three years of living together, he's only snored twice, and even then, it was only because he was sick and woke me up in the middle of the night—which is a problem since I'm such a light sleeper.
Douglas Booth22 said:I have a question, and since I wasn't sure which thread was appropriate, I'll just drop it here. Is it actually okay for a pregnant woman to attend a funeral? I've heard some old wives' tales suggesting that many pregnant women end up getting sick or vomiting after attending one.😕
😕 That’s complete nonsense. The only valid reason not to go is if you simply don't want to.
Edward Williams8 said:I mean, come on, you could have at least given her a little smack with those things. Like, "sorry, my hands are shaking because I'm pregnant"... @rustyrider20: why are you feeling bad for me? I'm practically begging for scraps at the playground every other day just to get anything, whereas you probably look all sweet and charming while I just look like a massive pregnant woman
Edward Williams8 said:Ollie, why didn't you just call someone higher up her chain of command??? I’m completely unapologetic when dealing with government bureaucrats; I know my rights. I make sure to get all my facts straight first, and then I let them have it when they try to give me the runaround, bouncing me from one desk to another... not to mention how incredibly awkward that whole situation gets...
Because I started tearing up right then and there, and I wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of seeing it.
I had such a horrible experience that I spent almost the entire day in tears. I went down to the DMV 12 miles out in the heat, with temperatures climbing north of 90 degrees, just to deregister my car. The woman behind the counter flat-out refused to take my license plates because she claimed they looked dusty, essentially telling me to get lost and go home to wash them first. To make matters worse, she started making snide comments, acting like I thought being pregnant entitled me to some kind of special treatment. She even implied she didn't want to touch the plates because she was afraid of catching some kind of disease from them. Obviously, I wasn't about to turn around and head home, so I told her I’d just wipe them down with a wet wipe if she really thought they were that dirty—they weren't, honestly, my husband had just cleaned them. Then she threatened to call her colleagues over unless I stepped outside immediately. So, I walked out, wiped them down, and suddenly they were "clean enough" for her. Honestly, part of me regrets not letting her call those colleagues, because since it was just the two of us, how could I ever prove what she said to me? The main reason I actually stepped outside was because I felt the tears starting to well up, and I refused to give her—or anyone else there—the satisfaction of seeing me break down. But it doesn't matter; I'm waiting for my chance, and I won't forget her face. What irritated me most was finding out later that she actually has two kids of her own. It just goes to show you what kind of women we can be.