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Gerald Flores said:It’s actually driving me crazy that nothing is getting under my skin right now! 🙂
On a different note, regarding the whole belly thing... I haven't hit that stage yet, but once things start showing, I honestly hope I'll feel the urge to grab my stomach. Honestly, I'm already ready to reach out and give those same people a little poke on their stomachs too. I am soooo curious to see how they'd react! 😛
Hahaha! Now that is a solid plan! I'm stealing 😁
Honestly, the whole breastfeeding thing is just a total disaster for me... usually, it happens out of nowhere. I’ll be right in the middle of some nice, relaxed conversation, feeling all mellow, and then—BAM!!! Ouch, man, it’s intense... look, my body is mine, okay? It's not some public playground or a science experiment. And what really kills me is that I can never even speak up when it happens because I'm too mortified to react. It’s just plain awkward.
And don't even get me started on people lecturing me about nursing, or diapers, or "this diaper" and "that diaper."
What do I know? Do I want to breastfeed??! Yeah, I know it's great and supposedly the gold standard and whatever, but I seriously cannot promise how things are going to go once the baby actually arrives. My intention is to do what's best for both me and my kid, but these constant, idiotic comparisons and judgments are driving me insane. I’ve honestly lost my temper a few times just dealing with all that brainwashing. Honestly, once I have this baby, I might just lock the door for an entire month just so everyone leaves me the hell alone... everyone thinks they have a right to weigh in with their "advice." Newsflash: you don't.
Heh, I don't know what it is, but I honestly thought I was just losing my mind—you know, hormones acting up or whatever else people blame it on.
I’ve actually started avoiding going to the grocery store just so I don't deal with all those faces that act like you don't even exist...
One woman totally ripped into me at the DMV over in Chicago while I was waiting at the ID counter. Look, I get it, there were a hundred people in line ahead of me, but seriously? A little "excuse me, are you next in line?" goes a long way. She starts judging me, looking at me with her nose in the air, making all these comments about how everyone is waiting just as long as she is, blah blah blah... until this older lady steps up and says, "Excuse me, ma'am, I'm actually next in line." It was a total disaster.
And don't even get me started on the guys. They either go to one extreme or the other. Either they're overly cautious and trying to help you with every single little thing, or they won't give you the time of day. Honestly, if I let these people get under my skin every single time, I'd be a nervous wreck.🙂