Posts by Morgan Kim2

ironjackal20 said:A friend told me right before she gave birth that her doctor gave her a chart to track movements by lying on her left side for an hour.

My OB told me that once the baby starts moving—not just little squirming or tickling, but actual movement—you just need to feel it every day. That’s the rule. If you don't feel anything for 24 hours, it's time to call the doctor (at least, that was my experience).

I got that exact same tracking sheet, and yeah, I followed the instructions. My doctor said to start around week 30. Well, I went in for a checkup today and he actually asked for the paper—and there I am, looking at him like, "Uh, I have an app for this on my phone." He told me to bring the completed sheet next time. It says you're supposed to count three times a day for an hour each time—as if anyone has time for that! So I asked if I could do less, and he just said as long as I count 10 movements within an hour, we're good. The recommendation is to lie on your left side and eat something sweet before you start counting. The woman lying next to me on the fetal monitor today only felt two movements in half an hour; they actually had to rub her belly to get a reaction, then sent her off to go grab something sugary before coming back. Mine? Mine was kicking like crazy. Oh, and when I first had a CTG scan at 27 weeks—because of those false labor pains—the baby was dead silent. They told me not to worry since it was still early, even though I already had a bit of a bump.

It’s all about feeling it—even just a little bit. That subtle vibration? That’s fine. But you need to be hitting at least ten moves an hour to make it count.

That’s why I’ve been playing my heart out all day today...

Nathan Kelly said:I honestly don't get why those women feel targeted—you know, the ones whose husbands spend all day out there pulling weeds and trimming the hedges instead of helping out🤷

Anyway, I don't want to go totally off-topic here, but

it’s driving me crazy because I couldn't hear the baby clearly at all today🙂
I mean, I was practically contorting myself into a pretzel trying to listen, but nope, nothing🙂

I had one of those days too where I couldn't feel a thing. At first, I tried switching positions—didn't work. Then I grabbed something sweet and finally felt a little movement, but it wasn't anything major, just some squirming... Guess she was just having an off day...

northernseal6 said:Nobody was talking about people like your dad or your husband.
We’re talking about the average American family living in a 500-square-foot apartment. Both the wife and the husband work through their pregnancies. So, who does the chores? Him or her? Why not both?
I’m trying to talk about equality—meaning housework, yard work, and everything else should be split up. If he handles the garden, the weeding, the harvesting, or mowing, then she can handle the vacuuming, cooking, laundry, and cleaning. Or they can just divvy it up based on what works for them.
If you only live in an apartment, how do you divide the labor if he’s terrible at vacuuming, can't mop, doesn't know how to cook, or is totally useless with diapers, putting the baby to sleep, or hanging up the laundry?
What happens when she goes back to work and is pulling 8-hour shifts or more? On top of all the housework, there’s also the kid. Or multiple kids. How does that even work?

Then they just handle it however they agree... that's their business.

Though, my partner and I aren't exactly "average" since we have a house and a yard. 😍

And honestly, what the hell is everyone's problem with housework anyway? First, it’s all these comments starting with "just wait until the baby comes..." and now this whole debate... I don't see the big deal here. 🤷

Look, I love a clean house, but I’m definitely not one of those people who lives to scrub floors. We set things up right when we moved in—I told everyone straight up: no dust collectors, no knick-knacks, no figurines. If it just sits there gathering grime, it’s going straight to the attic... My absolute favorite thing in the whole house? My cordless vacuum. Fifi actually gave it a nickname because I’m constantly roaming around with it... it only takes a few minutes. I tidy up every single day, but I don't spend more than an hour on it—honestly, I’d probably spend that much time anyway once my little one gets home...

Lawrence Doyle3 said:People told me the exact same thing—that having one kid is fine and another will be on the way soon, all while the house stays spotless. Honestly, I think calling it anything other than pure laziness is just wishful thinking.

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And jealousy...

Apparently, I’m not the only one listening to people who love starting sentences with "just you wait..."—I was at a birthday party yesterday and someone actually said: "Just you wait until the kid arrives, then you won't have such a clean house anymore." Like, okay? So what, I should just turn into a total slob and live in a pigsty?🙂🙂🙂🙂

jadejackal said:Yesterday, my neighbor asked Alexander Chase54 what we’re naming the baby—and I just gave him a polite, firm answer: "I'm not telling anyone anything." 🙄

And then comes the comment from the neighbor—"Why so secretive? I don't like that attitude." Honestly, who asked for his opinion? You pick a name for your kid because you want to, and I'll pick one for mine.

It didn't even rattle me that much.

What really gets under my skin is that here in Cleveland, there isn't a single breastfeeding class to be found—not through home health visits, nor is there any local parenting association or group dedicated to actually educating us expectant mothers.
On top of that, it drives me crazy that the local hospital has these ridiculous rules about how far along you have to be to sign up for their classes—but by the time you're actually that far along, they just brush you off because they're "full." Give me a break!

Ugh, I'm just feeling so on edge today.

My sister was told by one of those visiting nurses that they actually have a breastfeeding support group that meets once a month—and apparently, we're all welcome to join.

So, I’m at the checkout at Target today—guy in front of me has a massive cart overflowing with stuff. I’m just standing there holding one single item, right? I ask him if he could maybe slide it ahead of his pile... and he looks me dead in the eye and goes, "If you absolutely must." 🙂🙂

Right now, I am losing my mind over this heartburn—heartburn, heartburn, and more freaking heartburn. Everything else would be fine, but since it’s keeping me from sleeping, I’m basically going insane here.🙂

New gem of the day:
So you're six months pregnant? What, are you even eating anything? I bet the kid is starving...🙂

We always said we’d get married once I got pregnant—everyone just kind of rolled with it. But the second we actually picked a date and a guest list, all hell broke loose. Suddenly it was: "Why are you having such a tiny wedding?" (It was just 16 of us; we both wanted it small, plus I was on bed rest at the time—what was I supposed to do, watch everyone else dance while I sat there?) 🙂, then: "Why isn't it in a church?" or "Why didn't you invite Cousin Vinny?" We only invited the elders, our godparents, sisters, and two grandmas. Then there were the comments about my 5-inch heels—as if being pregnant makes me ineligible for style—and a thousand other nitpicking questions. But the absolute kicker? My aunt had the nerve to tell me that if we didn't baptize the baby, she’d just do it behind our backs 🙂. Like, excuse me? She didn't even bother asking if we *wanted* that to happen. Well, newsflash: we do. 😂