It seriously drives me up the wall when people start interrogating me about what I’m carrying. I’ll just say, "It’s a girl," and suddenly everyone turns into some kind of amateur prophet. They’re all like, "Oh, yeah, my best friend thought she was having a girl too, and then—surprise!—it was a boy." It happens EVERY single time someone looks my way. It makes me want to lose it... Like, excuse me? If three different doctors have looked at me and confirmed it’s a girl twice on the 3D ultrasound, why are you guys still whining about it?! It’s honestly infuriating. And don't even get me started on the unsolicited advice like, "Maybe you shouldn't buy anything yet, just in case we were wrong" :2up:
Michael Barrett11 said:I’m feeling more miserable today than I ever thought possible. I can't tell if it's just my hormones acting up or if I've actually become this cynical, but I am honestly just exhausted with my life right now. The worst part is that deep down, I always suspected things would end up this way. But someone convinced me otherwise—assured me everything would be fine—and I was foolish enough to believe those lies. To make matters worse, if I weren't pregnant, I wouldn't have to deal with any of this, which leads to me feeling guilty for being pregnant in the first place. Then I start thinking about all the women out there who would give anything to be in my position, and the guilt just settles in even deeper.
Please, I'm asking you all, don't attack me for having these moments of regret. I know how terrible that sounds. I truly apologize to all the women out there who are struggling to conceive.
🙂 🙂 🙂 I bet you'd feel at least a little better if I gave you a massive hug right now, huh? 😉 Look, we all have our bad days, so what you're feeling is totally normal... As far as that goes, I actually fought tooth and nail to stay at my place for like a billion different reasons. I know it doesn't sit right with them—it’s like that old-school small-town mentality where they think a woman HAS to move in with her man—but I refused to budge until we established our own SEPARATE household, and I haven't backed down on that, and he can see I'm not playing games. Second thing—don't you dare feel guilty about the pregnancy. That baby is way too precious to let you stress over where you're living or how things are going, because that little one is always going to be with you regardless! Amen to that!! 😉 Why don't you try standing your ground a bit harder regarding having your own separate life, even if it's just in a separate apartment upstairs? (I've no idea how you guys are even managing your lives right now...)
Harold Cook2 said:So I’m standing there in the middle of a Target checkout line yesterday, waiting for what felt like an eternity—over half an hour, easy. And of course, they’ve got those signs everywhere saying pregnant women and people with disabilities get priority. Suddenly, this guy comes barreling through, leaning heavily on a cane like he’s got some major disability, just shoving his way to the front. They let him right past. And what about me? I’m literally days away from giving birth, my stomach is huge, and suddenly I don't exist? Absolute joke.!!!!!!!!!!!😠I’ve always been the type to step aside for moms with little kids and especially for pregnant women, so seeing this happen... man, it really sticks in my craw.😛
Wait, were you talking about that specific Target before, or was it some other girl? 🤔 I stood in a line just like that a few days ago too, and you think they actually let me cut? Yeah, right... ☕ Just stood there puffing out my cheeks in frustration, but nobody moved an inch! 😁
So I went to see my doctor today to get that wound cleaned up, and she decided to grace me with her presence by calling me "fat, fat" again... 😢 I’m seriously over it, I swear to God. Like, would anyone else even dare call someone skinny? No way! Or tell anyone else they're out of shape? Not a chance! So why am I the one getting roasted?
And while we're on the subject, all that talk about shots, cold ones, or warm drinks doesn't work on me. I’ve literally downed an ENTIRE Donut Shop soda and felt absolutely nothing... I just end up passed out like a seal. No partying for me tonight 😁
So, I was back at the hospital on Thursday for my rib surgery, right? And this male nurse—can you believe it?—is 🙄 getting me all prepped for the procedure and just casually asks, "So, how far along are you?" I told him, "Look, I'm nine months in." Then he goes, "And how much weight have you put on? My sister's in her first trimester and she's ALREADY gained all that weight too..." He starts going on and on about what I should or shouldn't be doing, and I’m just sitting there thinking, "Whatever, man... just get in there and cut this thing out already." Then, literally two hours before the surgery, while I'm grabbing my paperwork from the doctor's office, my physician looks at me and goes, "Lord, you've really packed on the pounds, haven't you?" ... 👍 Yeah, I did! So what?!! ☕ I lost them! And then, to top it all off, I run into this woman later that same day and she tells me, "Oh my gosh, I haven't seen you in forever! You've really filled out..." meanwhile I'm standing there holding my coat right in front of me so she can't even tell I'm pregnant... 😠 I mean, seriously, in just one single day, they took turns making comments about my pregnancy weight like it was some kind of sport... honestly, I am so over it...
Harold Cook2 said:I don't know, I swear it feels like every few days something is getting shifted around. Total maniacs, I'm telling you. My husband is just like, "What else am I supposed to expect?" I told my wife how insane this behavior is and how we've been putting up with this crap for 16 years straight, but she just defends him. Then he comes home and lays into her—crazy house, seriously. She’s terrified to say a word to him, even though they've been married for over 30 years. She claims he's always been this way, even harassed her back when she was pregnant. Honestly, I can't bring myself to feel bad for women like that when they end up getting screwed over... and let her go wandering the streets if she doesn't have any shame, especially since she's got her own apartment where she keeps renters. But the absolute worst part is when he starts screaming and smashing things in the middle of the night. Can you imagine trying to sleep through that? You jump out of bed and have no clue what's happening. My heart has stopped from pure terror more times than I can count.
Well, your neighbors sound like absolute nothing! Zero! I don't have anything like that... 🙄 (we live in a house, and they're in the house right next to us) So, a couple of weeks ago, my husband and I were in the room watching TV and I hear this rustling sound... kind of like water running or something... 😂 man... I can almost laugh about it now! It was pitch black, so I opened the balcony door and heard the noise, but I couldn't see a thing. I checked to make sure it wasn't coming from our side and then... lord help me, I'm such a disaster, I didn't even care at first. The next day... holy crap! There was literal crap all over my side of the yard!!! 😱 To make a long story short—for some reason, those idiots attached their sewage pipe wrong against the house and ran it down into the ground, and the whole thing just broke loose because it wasn't secured to the wall properly 🤣🤣 Absolutely horrifying... but hey, at least he cleaned it up! 😬
First they totally screwed me over with my loan payments because once I switched over to unemployment benefits through the state office, I was basically left hanging. Like I said before, "I should have assumed I had to physically walk into the branch myself to pay the installment" (they didn't send me a SINGLE notification, not by mail, not online, NOTHING!!!) and then one day my benefit hits, and I check my app thinking I can withdraw some cash. I get to the ATM and nothing. Nothing works. It won't even show me my balance!!! So I go back online to try and buy a phone credit just to see what happens, and the screen just stares back at me: "Account Blocked"!! Again, ZERO NOTIFICATION!!!! These people are absolute bottom-feeders, seriously...
Wish me luck today. I’m heading back under the knife for surgery to get an ulcer cut out 😢 it hurts... it fucking hurts... goddammit, life is just one big ulcer...
Noah Ramirez7 said:So I swung by my sister-in-law's place yesterday to drop off some Kinder Bueno for her... and wouldn't you know it, her mom—aka my mother-in-law—was right there... ugh, just my luck! ..She immediately started dumping all this "expert" advice on me about how I’m doing everything wrong... first, she was badgering me to use a baby carrier for a week-old newborn. I told her straight up: no way. I’m not interested in carrying anyone else's kid, especially one that tiny, and I definitely don't want someone constantly lugging my own baby around in a wrap. She goes, "Oh, come on, just hold him..." and I'm like, look, if it were mine, I'd be holding him and carrying him myself because he's mine, but I'm not touching someone else's baby, period. But honestly, you can't explain logic to her... and oh my god, the way she was holding that poor little thing... seriously, heaven help us. My sister-in-law told her a hundred times to watch the baby's head, and she just goes, "Oh, mine was fine." 🙂 Then she moved on to telling me never to give a baby a pacifier... then she started going on about how back in her day, they used to wash diapers in a creek or something. Like, excuse me? Am I supposed to go find a stream and wash diapers in the woods now? And then she brought up how she used to bathe her kids before the umbilical cord even fell off. I told her, absolutely not, I am not risking an infection like that, it's just not safe. She just insists nothing bad will happen. 😠 Then came the absolute nonsense, like wearing a red string around the wrist for luck, or how a baby isn't allowed to leave the house until they've been baptized... it's just too much. Finally, my husband just snapped. He told her he was totally fed up with all the unsolicited advice and basically said everyone here had their turn being parents and proved they weren't exactly experts, so they should just let us raise our kid our way. If I want to use a pacifier, it's my call; if I want to use a bottle, that's my business. That shut her up for a second, but then she started bragging about how hard she worked during her pregnancy (meanwhile, I'm just chilling at home with my six housekeepers doing everything for me) talking about how she carried heavy buckets of water and even painted the house right before she gave birth. Like, girl, are you actually serious? Just... wow. ..Then she had the nerve to ask me why I'm not baking anything for Christmas. Honestly, I wanted to tell her: I won't be. I'll just send my husband to the local soup kitchen to pick up some food for us since I don't cook a single thing or do anything for her. Such a cow... she thinks just because I don't brag about making a specific meal or a batch of cookies that I don't know how to do it. Last weekend she acted so surprised when she asked my husband if he was hungry (she always asks him because the poor guy barely eats anything) and he said he'd had some chili. She's like, "Where did you eat it?" and he says, "At home." I'm pretty sure she doesn't have the slightest clue how to make chili herself... grrrrrrr... she irritates me so much. If my father-in-law had been there, she would have completely lost her mind. 😠
I know exactly what you mean! My mother-in-law used to carry heavy buckets of firewood up and down the stairs five times a day!! Just imagine that kind of strength in a pregnant woman!!! 😁 To hell with her and her wood.
All of them were like I told you—working in the fields from sunrise to sunset, then labor hits, they rush into the cornfield, pop the baby out, wrap the kid up, leave him on the side for a second while they finish up these rows (and the next four rows), and then they just head home with the baby, you know? 🙄
And don't even get me started on those "baby carrying methods"... no doctor is good enough for them!! If she says it's a boy, THEN IT'S A BOY!! Why the hell should I argue when three different doctors told me it's a girl?? ☕
If I ever turn out like that, someone please just kill me. Put me on the tracks and let a freight train take me out.
jadejackal11 said:I AM BEYOND LIVID!!!! because I’m practically paralyzed at this point, I can’t even move😢😢😢
Your baby is due right around my birthday party!!!! 😍😍😍 little water sign! and my little muscle is due on January 27th—just five days after me! talk about a double celebration! as for that "can't move" thing... yeah, I totally get you... honestly, when I'm just lying there and I really gotta hit the bathroom, I spend like half an hour debating if I should actually get up or just wait until the urge passes... 🙄
Ronald Davis22 said:😂😂😂 Honestly, darling, it would probably be more efficient if you just collected your own samples in a little cup, much like when you provide a urine sample. Those people are just *so* incredibly occupied with their vital duties. In our neck of the woods, the lab officially opens at 7:00 AM, but the staff won't even grace us with their presence until nearly 8:00 because they're far too busy sipping coffee. It's truly a tragedy when they're forced to actually work until 2:00 PM, especially considering they manage to squeeze in about ten different breaks before the clock even hits noon...
Anyway, some girl drew my blood twice for me once, and honestly, no complaints there—she nailed the draw and didn't make a whole production out of it. Plus, she was absolutely gorgeous! I almost caught feelings right then and there😍 but I figured that probably wasn't the most professional way to react, right? Nowadays, when you see an older woman, people assume they've got all this "experience"... yeah, sure they do! 🙄 And you won't believe what she did to me!! She sticks the needle in the vein and then starts twisting it around like she's trying to jumpstart a car😲 God, it hurt... such a nasty sensation. I just know I'm going to be nursing a massive bruise once I peel these cotton pads off... though I probably shouldn't leave them on all day, for goodness sake😬
So I went to the local Red Cross clinic today for my last blood donation, and let me tell you, the woman working there absolutely butchered me... it was like she was skinning a deer or something! And honestly, how much blood do they really need? I’m telling you, they just sell it all off later—probably straight to some butcher shop to make blood sausages or whatever. Absolute scum! Plus, why does it hurt so damn much when they hit a vein?! Honestly, I’d rather have them just go straight for the jugular; at least then they might actually hit something instead of this mess... and then she has the nerve to comment, "Oh, your veins are so deep!!" Yeah, well, thanks for noticing! 🙄 Should I ask her to use a shallower needle next time???☕
Ronald Davis22 said:My blood pressure absolutely skyrocketed last night because my brother-in-law—that total moron—decided to weigh in with one of his usual condescending remarks about how people nowadays pick out names for their kids like they’re naming a Golden Retriever or some other random pet... He dropped this whole judgmental lecture right after he overheard what we’ve actually decided to call our little one... And to make matters worse, my husband was completely useless in the moment; he wouldn't listen to a word I said and then had the audacity to chime in saying he actually likes the name Lucy, as if I hadn't already made the decision myself... Honestly, at this rate, I might as well have just invented the name from thin air to shut everyone up once and for all.🙂
I remember there was this huge blowout once about baby names, and some lady just blurted out, "Who cares what my kid is called?! If I want to name him BATMAN, I will!!" 😂😂😂
We all deal with this crap... personally, I told everyone I wanted my little brat to have a name that actually works anywhere in the world, you know, something "international." We're going with Eve, and people still give me these judgmental looks like it's some huge deal. If it were a boy, it would've been Max, and I got the same "you're acting like you own a pet" comments...🙄 I mean, what else am I supposed to pick?! Some generic, old-fashioned name like John or Mike that you see on every single street corner in America! And as for husbands "participating" in the naming process? I stick to one simple fact: I'm the one carrying this baby for nine months, so I'm the one making the call on the name! 🙂 😁
It honestly drives me absolutely insane thinking about how I spent basically my entire pregnancy sleeping on a literal couch because of those idiots at the local manufacturing plant. And not even because of the actual work, but because of their shady "business model" and the way they insist on paying out chunks of our wages in cash under the table... 😢😢
Honestly, women seriously get on my nerves when they start preaching about how back in the day, they’d be working themselves to the bone right up until the moment they went out to the cornfields to give birth! I cannot tell you how many times I've heard people call pregnant women today "soft" or "spoiled." 🙄 Look, I couldn't care less how much you suffered back then—seriously, I really don't. We aren't living in the Middle Ages where you had to chop wood and haul heavy loads just because "that's how it was done." But that's exactly how those women think, which is why I feel like they can be so incredibly rude about it...
So we had people over yesterday, right? And this woman walks up to me, sees me, and goes, "Oh my god, you've gotten soooo fat!!" just beaming with excitement like she didn't just insult me to my face. My blood pressure went through the roof. I just looked her dead in the eye and said, "We aren't fat, we're pregnant." (I mean, yeah, I’ve put on some weight, but who does she think she is?!) Honestly, people just have zero boundaries these days! Then later, I head to Target carrying basically two items. TWO! And there’s a line in front of me like they’re handing out free iPhones or something. I must have been like fifth or sixth in line, and everyone ahead of me has a cart overflowing with groceries, yet nobody even glances my way to see if I want to jump ahead. I'm not the type to be a pushover, so I actually spoke up, but man... 🙄especially since everyone was staring at my stomach like I was some kind of exhibit, acting like I just had to wait forever. It was the exact same crap a few hours earlier at the USPS office! Some lady actually tried to shove her way in front of me and asked, "Mind if I go ahead of you?" She got such a sharp "No" from me that she didn't even bother asking again! People are seriously trash, if you ask me!
So I was spiraling today thinking about labor. It hit me out of nowhere—what if my water breaks while I’m dead to the world asleep?! 😲 Like, what if I don't even realize it happened!! 😱 And then there's the other thing... what if I can't grab a decent meal before everything kicks off?? That’s honestly my biggest fear, hands down. Plus, how much is this actually gonna hurt? I know what it feels like when you have a killer toothache, or a massive migraine, or even when you've torn a ligament in your knee or had some brutal surgery without enough numbing agent... 🙄 but who the hell knows how intense this is going to be! I ended up venting all of this to my mom, and she just absolutely lost it laughing at me. She goes, "Honey, trust me, once that water breaks, you are *definitely* going to notice..." Well, thanks for nothing, Mom!
Anyway, I tried to snap myself out of it by thinking about the good stuff. Like, once this baby is out, I am heading straight to the salon to get rid of all this extra fluff on my backside because, seriously, this pregnancy weight is growing like crazy! I'm already picturing myself grabbing a cold beer—maybe a Guinness or something dark—and getting my nails done too!! Ugh, I seriously cannot wait for that!
Michael Barrett11 said:What really gets under my skin is how everyone is already deciding what kind of kid I'll have—whether they'll be an angel or a little troublemaker. Most people, especially my own mother, tend to lean toward the "troublemaker" prediction. 🙄 But I suppose, looking back at how much of a handful my husband was when he was growing up, 🙂 God forbid the little one inherits my temperament instead. 🤣
Seriously, it's like we're both married to the same guy! 🤣Mine was basically a tiny terror—he once set fire to the neighbor's hay bale... 🙄just one disaster after another. So, I told them straight up: I want this baby to be exactly like me 😍 ...
So now she’s calling me "Auntie" and telling me, "You better get some sleep while you can, because once the baby gets cranky, you aren't getting any rest!" 😠 And honestly? I’ve managed to dodge that whole situation perfectly fine up until now...
Honestly, I can’t even deal with that place... it's just depressing. Everything is way too cramped (and I'm not even pregnant right now!!), everything is scattered everywhere, and there is absolutely zero organization on the shelves. And don't even get me started on the staff... 🙄 When I was there asking some girl where they keep the maternity underwear—she just stares at me and points, and when I turn around, it's just the section for thongs or basic underwear... just regular stuff... 🙄 Like, how many damn thongs am I supposed to need right now? 😂
Harold Cook2 said:Oh, great... lucky you. Mine complains about every single thing, and we have to shut up about what we're buying because she acts like she's being inconvenienced. She claims if it isn't "essential," it's a waste since the baby grows out of it so fast—so we should just borrow stuff from someone else. Borrow from who? Spend money like I'm some broke college kid wandering around Target? 😠 Honestly, she's a total piece of work. When we bought the crib, she was like, "Why did you spend so much on that?" (the crib was like $367 bucks), saying you can find them everywhere $167 even with a mattress included. But where exactly? And what kind? I ask, and of course, she doesn't have an answer since they don't exist. Then when we got the dresser and other gear, she goes, "Oh, I was actually thinking of buying that for you..." 😛 Sure you were, lady, but you didn't say a word about needing anything else before we bought it! Like, if you wanted to help, you should've spoken up. Remember when Walmart had that big sale on baby stuff? I was there first thing in the morning grabbing onesies, socks, and little outfits. Then she goes to Walmart later and asks if I need anything, I say no because I already went, and then she's like, "Well, I really wanted to get those onesies." And then she starts talking about how cute the little shorts and pajamas are, but then says, "Well, since you already got them, I guess there won't be any other occasion." Give me a break. If you wanted to buy something, you could've picked out a pajama set or something I missed... good grief. Seriously... I'm getting more fed up by the day. Best bet is to just buy it, keep our mouths shut, and tell nobody a damn thing.
my mother-in-law LOVES cheap stuff. I don't care about things being expensive, but damn it, I care about them being cotton for the baby! there is absolutely no debate there. and I have this gut feeling (since she buys everything at Dollar Tree) that she's gonna try to buy everything there. it's already pissing me off, but I'll just stash my own stuff on the side and give her a polite thank you. maybe she'll realize it when she burns through all her cash and the kid isn't wearing a single thing she bought... 🤷 and toys... same thing, I told her I'm not touching that crap from the discount stores that gets recalled every single week because of being dangerous or whatever... I'd rather have one high-quality toy when needed than a mountain of junk! I played with Legos my whole life and yeah, they aren't cheap, but whatever! at least the kid turns out more normal than playing with those cheap plastic Chinese hammers! 👍