Posts by Arthur Scott

During my first trimester, I was basically a walking zombie. I’m talking bone-deep, soul-crushing exhaustion—like, I could barely keep my eyes open long enough to function. I spent pretty much every waking moment passed out; honestly, there were days where I think I was only actually awake for maybe five hours total 🙄

Roger Rodriguez, look, we all get it—trust me, everyone goes through this exact same phase. I wasn't trying to come at you, I just wanted to show a different perspective since, you know, I don't actually know you or what your specific situation looks like.

Those first three months are a total blur—it’s super confusing because you can't even wrap your head around how everything works or what you're supposed to be doing right now. But seriously, believe me, you can still do everything you did before, just... maybe with a little more caution. Why couldn't you go to a concert (not exactly a Metallica show, though 😂) or just live your life? Don't spiral; you're literally just getting started. Honestly, I was more restless when I was pregnant than I am now—I could never catch a break—and both of us turned out perfectly fine. And who says wanting to go back to school is a bad thing? It’s actually the right move. The world doesn't stop spinning just because you have a kid, and anyone telling you otherwise is dead wrong! I'm surrounded by so many people who, the second they become parents, just sit around the house talking about diapers like their IQ dropped fifty points overnight (maybe that's why their kids are sooooo smart and advanced 🤔).

Not every piece of advice is meant to be malicious (unlike those random ladies on the street, which used to drive me absolutely insane), but everyone feels this weird urge to "help" you. Just listen, smile, nod, or—my personal favorite—elegantly tell them to shove it in your head and keep doing your own thing. It's way better for your sanity and the baby too. 😉

Roger Rodriguez said:I’ve been dealing with constant nausea from the moment I wake up until I go to bed. I’m hungry like I haven't eaten in five years, yet there isn't a single thing that sounds good; if I actually manage to eat anything, I feel sick immediately.
Then there's the fact that I have to hold off on sex, which will probably be off the table for months.
On top of that, I feel like I'm stuck in a permanent state of PMS—just constantly starving, irritable, moody, and looking for any excuse to start an argument.
The endless list of restrictions is driving me crazy. I can't eat this or that, I can't smoke, I can't go out, I can't hit a concert, I can't deal with the cold, and I can't even take a bath. It's exhausting when my doctor tells me one thing, then I read something completely different online, and when I call a friend for advice, she suggests a third option. To make matters worse, my boyfriend just adds insult to injury by telling me not to worry because everything will just work itself out 😕 though I honestly feel like he doesn't even grasp what I'm going through; he's just babbling so he can say something.
But what really gets under my skin are certain people who don't see anything wrong with my (unexpected) pregnancy. They expect me to just flip a switch, drop everything—college, my hobbies, my social life—and focus solely on the baby. When I express how terrified I am about balancing my exams and finishing my degree, they act like I'm being irrational for worrying about things that aren't "important" compared to the baby.
It shouldn't be this hard to understand that this was unplanned and it has completely disrupted my life. I'm not trying to abandon my goals; I need support so I can actually achieve them while pregnant. Instead, I mostly get told that once the baby arrives, nothing else will matter anyway.
Is it really that difficult to realize that I DON'T want to give up on the life I've built just because of a pregnancy?
Jesus, when I had some spotting at six weeks and was told to just rest until my next appointment, I was panicking because I have two midterms coming up. And of course, I'm told I shouldn't stress about school because I should just "enjoy myself" and gain weight. It feels impossible to prove I'm not just a mindless eating machine; apparently, I'm supposed to keep snacking constantly since I can't diet, but then if I develop gestational diabetes or the baby is born underweight because I overindulged, I'll just get more judgment.
When I mentioned needing prenatal vitamins, the response was, "Why bother? Just wait for fresh veggies from the garden; those pills never did anyone any good, I had a perfectly healthy baby."
And my favorite piece of logic: "Don't get stressed," because apparently, that's incredibly easy to control! I'll just tell myself to stop being stressed and problem solved, right? They claim the baby feels and hears everything. The baby doesn't even have ears yet—it's just a head, arms, and legs with a heart that only recently started beating—but sure, it's listening to every word I say.
I know they mean well, and maybe this unsolicited advice is just their clumsy way of trying to comfort me, but honestly, it isn't helping.
Now they're already guessing the gender. 🤦 Since I haven't broken out in acne, they're convinced it's a boy. Seriously? Not every pregnant woman has been covered in blemishes and felt like they were losing their looks.

Look, I honestly have to say something here—and look, I get it, you’re clearly going through it right now and feeling super sensitive, but maybe just take a breath for a second? This whole post is just radiating pure frustration and anger, and honestly, you should've really sat with that before deciding to vent about this being an "unplanned pregnancy." You kept emphasizing how unplanned it was like it's some huge piece of context, but the truth is—and I hate to be the one to say it—it doesn't actually matter. At the end of the day, there's a baby, and that's what counts. You should be leaning into the happiness of it, especially since so many people out there would give anything to be in your shoes.

Look, you don't have to totally write off who you are—your goals, your drive, all of it—just because this is happening. But crying over missing concerts? Seriously? Pregnancy lasts nine months—about 40 weeks, if my memory serves me right—not sixty years. Just hang in there and things will settle down. Even if this is your only kid and you feel like you're stuck playing housewife inside four walls, hating your life and the whole world... chill. And that "I'm not some damn baby factory or a machine meant to just eat and gain weight" line? Are you kidding me? Is that really how you view every other pregnant woman out there? Honestly, that part gave me actual chills.

It’s so funny how frustrated you got because you had two midterms to prep for—meanwhile, imagine if I’d been bleeding at six weeks and was told I HAD to stay on bed rest. Like, oh no, everyone is just being so stupid and doesn't understand you, right? 😕

My advice? Grow up. Once you finally realize that you can actually handle your college work, your job, going to shows, and everything else you care about while *also* being a mom who loves her kid and celebrates every little thing they do, maybe then the rest of the world will get it too.

I was actually one of those super cheerful pregnant women, so I didn't get triggered by much 😍

But seriously, the one thing that absolutely drove me up the wall was that once I hit my seventh month, everyone—literally anyone I knew or even total strangers—started dumping these absolute horror stories on me. We’re talking nightmare birth stories, endless tales about agony, tearing from top to bottom, and even those horrific cases involving stillbirths and stuff like that.

Like, what is actually wrong with people?! I honestly don't get this weird obsession with scaring others. For the last month or so, I was practically afraid to leave my house just because I didn't want someone cornering me with their stupid, traumatic anecdotes...

And get this—I had a perfectly normal delivery and, ya know, survived 😁
I called my husband 20 minutes after giving birth just to let him know the baby was here, and he had the nerve to ask if I wanted another one right then and there. I told him "hell no" in 😍