What were your biggest pregnancy surprises and pet peeves?
in Pregnancy ·
It really gets under my skin when people start lecturing me about how "hard" it’s going to be once the baby arrives. They love to drone on about sleep deprivation and how I won't get a wink of rest because of the infant's schedule. Helooo? I have a nine-year-old son. I've been through this entire cycle already. Why do they think they need to play expert for me now? It's ridiculous. 😂
Second thing. I'm 28 weeks pregnant and my bump is pretty massive. Everyone assumes I'm due any second, so they look absolutely stunned when I tell them my due date isn't until next month. They act like I'm some sort of victim. Trust me, I'm not a victim, and I actually feel great. 🙄
Thirdly, living on the fourth floor without an elevator is killing me. Lugging grocery bags all the way up those stairs every day is exhausting. Honestly, it was exhausting even before I was pregnant. 😁
And then there's the endless interrogation about what I'm going to do with my two cats once the baby is here. What am I supposed to do? 🤷 It’s not like I’m suddenly going to stop vacuuming; if anything, I'll be doing it twice a day now. Besides, I brought the first cat home when my son was four, and we turned out just fine. Miraculously, we haven't died from cat hair yet. ☕
Also... why on earth am I cleaning every single day while pregnant? 😕 Maybe it's because I can't stand a mess, or maybe it's just an attempt to manage the amount of fur in the house. Being pregnant doesn't mean I'm sick or bedridden.
At the end of the day, I find most of this more hilarious than anything else. A hundred different people, a hundred different opinions.
Second thing. I'm 28 weeks pregnant and my bump is pretty massive. Everyone assumes I'm due any second, so they look absolutely stunned when I tell them my due date isn't until next month. They act like I'm some sort of victim. Trust me, I'm not a victim, and I actually feel great. 🙄
Thirdly, living on the fourth floor without an elevator is killing me. Lugging grocery bags all the way up those stairs every day is exhausting. Honestly, it was exhausting even before I was pregnant. 😁
And then there's the endless interrogation about what I'm going to do with my two cats once the baby is here. What am I supposed to do? 🤷 It’s not like I’m suddenly going to stop vacuuming; if anything, I'll be doing it twice a day now. Besides, I brought the first cat home when my son was four, and we turned out just fine. Miraculously, we haven't died from cat hair yet. ☕
Also... why on earth am I cleaning every single day while pregnant? 😕 Maybe it's because I can't stand a mess, or maybe it's just an attempt to manage the amount of fur in the house. Being pregnant doesn't mean I'm sick or bedridden.
At the end of the day, I find most of this more hilarious than anything else. A hundred different people, a hundred different opinions.