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Morgan Kim2 said:New gem of the day:
So you're six months pregnant? What, are you even eating anything? I bet the kid is starving...🙂
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Yeah, starving—the kid has clearly never seen food before. 😂
Just hit the ignore button and don't let it get to you. 😉
Personally, I check out the second someone mentions bellies or weight gain. Let them talk all they want; as long as my doctor gives me a clean bill of health and tells me we’re both healthy and growing well, that's all that matters to me. 😍
I need to add my relatives to my official list of most irritating people. They constantly insist that:
- there’s no way my baby is healthy because I haven't gained enough weight
- there’s no way my baby is healthy because I don't spend every ten minutes snacking on piles of bacon and greasy food
- there’s no way my baby is healthy because my belly is "too small" according to their math 🙂
- there’s no way my baby is healthy because at 27 weeks they think the baby should be over four pounds, and mine is barely two pounds because I'm "starving myself"🙂
- there’s no way my baby is healthy because some distant relative had a 11-pound baby that was 22 inches long, and mine has to be exactly like that or it's considered sickly😠
Everyone got under my skin yesterday, so I'm just venting here on my keyboard🙄 excuse me😁
And honestly, who in their right mind pressures a pregnant woman to eat bacon and garlic at 10:00 PM after being told "no, thank you, it's too late for me to eat" a hundred times? 🙂
On top of that, every single one of them was pregnant half a century ago and now act like I have to work right up until three days before delivery because that's how they did it. As if I shouldn't be resting at home for 45 days beforehand!
If I actually had a bazooka and they kept arguing with me, the headline in the news would read: "Pregnant Woman Wipes Out Half Her Family. Motive Unknown"🤣😂
Here is what gets under my skin most:
First off, managers who have zero empathy for what I’m going through. They just pile work on my desk until I'm drowning, then have the nerve to smile at me while I'm clearly running on fumes and total exhaustion. 🙂 One of them actually told me regarding my pregnancy announcement, "Let's see if you can even make it to the finish line." 🙂🙂
Second, the acquaintances, neighbors, and random people who feel entitled to touch my belly. Even after I explicitly say, "Please don't touch my stomach," they won't listen. When I finally have to snap at them to get them to stop, I'm immediately branded the rude one who's "ruining" her pregnancy by being difficult. 🙂 🙂)
Third, those judgmental older women who love to comment when I can't find a seat on the subway, the bus, or a park bench. They act like I'm being disrespectful or lazy. Of course, in their minds, they all gave birth working manual labor in the fields and went right back to work while the baby was probably just left out there. 🤣
Fourth, the morning sickness... honestly, I have nothing else to say except I wish it would just go away already. 🙄
At least the pregnancy itself isn't a burden, 😁 so I'm finding ways to stay happy through it all. 🙂