Posts by Peter Turner6

Roger Rodriguez said:Those patches completely wrecked my hormones; I gained 30 pounds in just six months, and I dealt with constant allergic reactions at the application site, even though I switched spots every single week.🤷Even now, years later, I still have scars on my arms (where I gripped them most tightly because they kept peeling off my stomach) from those rashes that were so itchy I ended up scratching myself bloody.🙂
On the flip side, a close friend of mine has used them for five years straight without a single issue.🤷

By the way, those synthetic scents always made me feel nauseous too, especially that cloud of cologne my boyfriend sprays around the apartment in the morning; I’m honestly surprised I haven't thrown all his fragrances out the window yet.

Right now, I am beyond frustrated because I actually had an accident in my pants right in the middle of the street. It was pouring rain, so maybe people thought I just sat in a puddle, but it wasn't pretty—I spent fifteen minutes hobbling along trying to find a restroom, only to end up losing it like I'd swallowed a gallon of water just five minutes before reaching my apartment.☕
And for three days, I've been worrying about this stomach ache, terrified that I'd start dealing with massive bloating today. Well, here we are; I feel like if I lit a match, I might blow up the entire apartment building. It feels like I've spent the last week eating nothing but heavy greasy fast food, and now it's all making its exit. I have never experienced anything quite this intense. I woke up in the middle of the night to such a stench that I nearly hallucinated; I genuinely thought I was stuck in a barn next to fifteen horses and cows. This is going to be the death of me!🙂

😂😂😂😂😂😂

Now you know why the scale keeps going up. It's just water weight and gas 🤣
That stuff makes me so uncomfortable too 🙂

nimbleseal92 said:I’m waking up at least three times a night, 🙂

and so here I am, just sitting here puking my guts out since 3:30 AM. 😁

I'm with you on this.

Falling asleep is a struggle too. Even when I finally drift off, I'm terrified of turning onto my stomach, so I just stay awake...😵

Gary Nguyen45 said:I don't think you're overreacting—to me, it seems perfectly reasonable for close family to ask what would actually be helpful to buy.
On the flip side, I get that she finds joy in the shopping part. My mother-in-law has three sons, and since ours is the first (and her first and currently only grandchild), it's a girl, and for a while, she was completely out of control with the baby clothes. In the beginning, there was everything under the sun—stuff I didn't even like (she has plenty of money and travels a lot, but my taste is much more low-key than hers) and half of it wasn't even practical. Eventually, I sat her down and told her what I liked and what I didn't, and now she buys great, high-quality things that the baby actually enjoys wearing and that make sense for daily life.

As for sitting her down and explaining that you want to pick out certain items, but wouldn't mind if she handled something else (like nursery bedding or decor...), maybe you could suggest a joint shopping trip? That way you can see what catches your eye together.

I agree with you. I get that she enjoys it, but it sucks seeing money wasted on stuff we don't even want. The issue is my husband won't say anything to her because he hates conflict. If it were my mom, I'd tell her straight up. It’s better for everyone if she buys things we’ll actually use. But I've decided to let it go because I don't feel like arguing with him about why being honest with parents is important, so I'm staying out of it. Anyway, I only see her every few months 🙂 (my husband sees her more often, so he's the one sending the gifts).

Nadia;45621791 said:hey, I'm reading all these posts about how much your mothers-in-law annoy you... for some comfort, mine hasn't even asked how I am or if I need anything once, let alone mentioned buying or gifting stuff... and keep in mind, she lives in the same house right below me... so yeah, hopefully that helps you realize things aren't always as bad as they seem 😉

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Sean Ward22 said:"Are you seriously that overweight?!"

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Go jump in a lake; your mother is the one who's heavy-set.😠

And that "wow, you're fat" comment was thrown at me for the first time just a few days ago with a huge grin. I told that person immediately not to call me that. For a second there, I felt like I'd gained 45 pounds when she said it.

gentlesailor2 said:I know exactly how you feel. I already posted about this once—back when I announced my pregnancy at work, some guy there started telling entire classes of kids that the librarian was pregnant. Seriously? What business is it of theirs?

That's awful! I can't stand people gossiping about someone else's private life. It never even crossed my mind to go around talking about others...

Another thing that drives me nuts is my mother-in-law buying baby clothes and gear left and right. I’m only 25 weeks pregnant and I want my husband and me to pick out at least the first few things ourselves. We haven't even started shopping yet, and she's been on a spree for over a month now. 😕 It's our first child, and look, I don't mind her helping out, but give me a break. If she keeps this up, we're going to be drowning in stuff we didn't even pick out. She doesn't even ask what we like! She's just throwing money away. If we don't like it, we aren't putting it on the baby. It just feels unfair. I don't know if I'm overreacting or how to handle this, but I really want to choose things ourselves at least for the start.😕

I’ve been lurking on this forum for years, but I finally decided it was time to jump in. 🙂

Lately, I’ve been getting so annoyed by people who think they have a right to broadcast my pregnancy to everyone else. Just because I told one person the gender doesn't mean they get to go run their mouth to fifteen other people.
I honestly don't get how people justify this behavior. It’s our business—me, my husband, and our parents—and we're the only ones who decide who gets to know what.
🙂