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Look, I get it—I know people mean well when they say these things... but honestly? Hearing the same old platitudes every single day is just getting exhausting.
My doctor actually told me to stay away from the pool for now—given my history with various gynecological issues, they figured it’s better to play it safe and avoid any potential inflammation...
I used to be so social, but lately, everything feels a bit off. I’m constantly exhausted, always sleepy, and I feel like I've ballooned out—I'm up about 20 pounds at 24 weeks... plus, nothing in my closet fits anymore. It's just one thing after another...
Honestly, it really gets under my skin when my partner insists that hormones and all the mood swings that come with them are just some kind of feminine nonsense—as if I’m just making things up or should somehow just act like everything is normal.
It bugs me how some guys—not all of them, obviously, but plenty—just carry on with their lives as if their wives aren't even pregnant... meanwhile, women actually need a bit more support and attention during this phase.
And don't even get me started on that classic, patronizing "just enjoy being pregnant and focus on yourself" cliché... how exactly am I supposed to "enjoy" this? I’ve gained 20 pounds, I can’t go in the pool, nothing fits me anymore, and I can barely walk twenty feet without feeling like my spleen is trying to exit my body. I can't even grab coffee with my friends—I guess nobody invites me out anymore because they're terrified I'll go into labor right there in the middle of the cafe. So yeah, my big plans involve reading a book and eating about 500 pastries in a row.
I feel terrible about being the one to drag this thread back to life... but honestly, I’m at my wit's end and hoping someone here might have some actual advice, because I don't really know where else to turn.
So, I’m 20, my boyfriend is 23... we haven't been together for ages, but it’s been incredibly intense—the kind of connection where we’re already talking about moving in together. That’s the honeymoon phase part of the story... now for the messy bit.
I finally met his group of friends, and things felt "off" from the jump. Long story short, I found out they occasionally (hopefully just occasionally) pick up drugs...
When I confronted him, he gave me the classic routine: total denial. He claimed it was all stuff from his past, before he met me, and that he wants to be a better man for our relationship and leave all that darkness behind...
And of course, I fell for it. At least, I did, until I found out he actually called a buddy of his to ask when he could "get a fix"... and even offered to buy him a round.
We almost called it quits right then and there, mostly because he got defensive and angry that I even suspected him—he keeps insisting I shouldn't even go down that road...
Deep down, I know he’s lying. I want to help him, and I can't just walk away and leave him hanging without us trying to work through this. The catch? He won't admit to anything, and I can't tell him I've been digging around behind his back, because if I do, it'll be over instantly. Please, if anyone has dealt with something similar, let me know what you think...