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Edward Rodriguez4 said:Man, I am seriously losing my mind today because my little one is just sleeping. This morning she was practically doing gymnastics in my stomach, and now all afternoon it’s just these tiny little flutters here and there!!! Nothing else! But over the last few days? It’s been like having a freaking trampoline in my gut! 😠
I honestly wish she’d just keep jumping constantly!! Forget about sleep... she can sleep once she’s actually born... ☕At least I'm hoping... 😬
Keith Lewis said:A while back, I lent a buddy of mine $200 some cash for a piece of tech equipment. He promised me he’d have it back within a month, tops. Needless to say, six years later, he finally paid me back half of what he owed—and that only happened at the end of last year. ☕
I don't think he's a bad person, per se, but man, he is incredibly flaky, lazy, and just generally careless.
You really have to steer clear of people like that. But honestly, I’ve been a "nice guy" since kindergarten, so here we are...
Kevin Bailey2 said:Whether the author is just messing around or straight-up trolling doesn't really matter. It's all the same to me.
Some people just think that way, so I might as well write the post anyway.
You really ought to ask a woman upfront if she wants five kids before you get too deep into things.
You’ve really got to run the numbers first to see if you can actually afford to bankroll those five kids.
Sure, money isn't happiness... but you need it to exist. It’s as fundamental as food, water, or basic hygiene. Honestly, I think it’s pretty irresponsible to have a bunch of kids and then let them wander around barefoot and hungry just because you want to preach that "money doesn't buy happiness." Money that provides a decent life? That’s happiness. Period. It’s just as much of a blessing as having a healthy heart, steady blood pressure, or a strong immune system. Actually, it might be more important. You can manage high blood pressure or a dodgy heart with modern medicine, but there’s no cure for having zero dollars to buy a loaf of bread. Don't get me wrong—having too much money doesn't guarantee bliss either. There's a point where it becomes meaningless, where you're just throwing cash away for the sake of it.
Having twenty Mercedes and BMWs sitting in your garage isn't exactly a recipe for happiness. We all know it.
So, check this out. I was at the park the other day with my kid. We’re just hanging out, playing around, when suddenly my little guy—he's only about a year old—spots this girl eating an ice cream cone.
He marched straight over to her, sat down right next to her, and just started leaning his head toward her ice cream. Honestly, it was kind of hilarious to watch. But my heart just sank immediately. I grabbed him, pulled him into the shop, and bought him his own scoop. It wasn't because he was throwing a tantrum over someone else's dessert—it was just that the thought of not being able to buy my kid an ice cream when he wants one at the park absolutely broke me.
I actually felt pretty happy just buying him that ice cream and watching him absolutely demolish it.
Yeah, obviously... I got hit with that wave of sadness again just thinking about it. Imagine if I actually didn't have the cash to buy my kid an ice cream. Just a horrible thought.
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An acquaintance of mine has five kids.
They only breed once a year. 😢
Just look at her. Seriously, just take a look. 😢
First off, I think it’s completely inhumane and just plain unhealthy to treat a woman like she's nothing more than a baby factory.
You really need at least three years between pregnancies. It gives a woman enough time to actually recover from the last one.
I honestly can't wrap my head around how some women manage to get pregnant again just two months after giving birth. Seriously. It’s wild. Even a year later, I still get dizzy if I stand up too fast after sitting down for a bit. And don't even get me started on the hair loss—it hasn't been as bad as the initial blowout, but it’s still happening way more than I'd like. Between pregnancy and the postpartum exhaustion, I ended up dropping 12 pounds total. I was just completely wiped out. Knowing where I'm at right now? I really don't think I could handle another pregnancy. Not anytime soon.
They’re basically just charity cases.
Whenever her kids come over, my mom whips up a homemade pizza for them, and honestly? They act like she just handed them the keys to the kingdom.
Then you listen to them talk:
Let's go watch John eat.
Honestly, it’s gut-wrenching. I look at those kids and I just want to take them in myself—feed them, clothe them, and raise them right. Give them the kind of life they actually deserve.
At the end of the day, it’s all about my husband and the kids.
You want to give every single one of them your full attention.
How?
The second you hit that three or four-year mark—you know, finally reaching that sweet spot where they aren't breathing down your neck asking "Mom, Mom, Mom!" every five seconds—you go out and get another one. Then it’s back to square one. A second kid, a third, a fourth, a fifth... it just never ends.
Your kid suffers, your husband suffers, your sex life goes down the drain, and eventually, you’re the one left picking up all the pieces.
And you know what the absolute kicker is in this whole mess?
Having four, five, or even six kids isn't some kind of insurance policy against ending up alone when you're old. It’s just not.
I've already posted about this on Reddit.
My aunt has four kids.
Four ungrateful kids, all well into their 30s now, and they still don't know how to run their own damn laundry.
They've got two sons and two daughters.
I honestly thought if it wasn't the sons, at least the daughters would step up and give their mother some actual support.
Trust me, her daughters aren't exactly running to grab her a soda the second she asks. Not happening.
Nah, they won't. Why?
Because they just won't.
Take her daughters, for example... when my stepmom had her uterus and ovaries removed and came home from the hospital... her daughters were in the next room taking selfies and doing photo shoots for Facebook, leaving a massive mess and dirty dishes everywhere. It didn't even cross their minds to clean up because, hey... they know their mom is going to be back to working like a dog just three days after such a major surgery... because that's just who she is. She totally sacrificed herself for her stupid, lazy, ungrateful kids, and this is how they pay her back for everything—for all the cleaning, the laundry, the cooking, the schooling, listening to their drama, and waiting up until 4 AM when they’d stumble in from some club... yeah, exactly like that.
Basically, she was never really "busy." The kids weren't in daycare. She was home all day long.
My mom, for instance... she had four of us.
But she wasn't the type to quit her job to be a stay-at-home mom.
No way. I was literally sent to preschool for my first birthday since that was the earliest you could enroll. She was back at work just a few weeks after having me.
She had the first three kids within five years... and then suddenly, out of nowhere, there's me, twenty years later. 🤣 So the first three were raised as "siblings," while I was basically raised as an only child because by the time I showed up, they had already moved out with their wives, husbands, boyfriends, girlfriends, whatever...
I'm not trying to be conceited... I'm just being real... 🤣
Even though my mom drives me absolutely insane sometimes...
And even though I tell her exactly what I think now.
Even though I think out of the four of us... she was the most unfair to me (she had the first three in her 20s, so she was full of life and energy... but she had me at 40, and right after that, my dad passed away and became disabled, so she was already on edge, probably, and she constantly spirals into paranoia—like, "watch out, there are crazies out there, someone's gonna kidnap you, someone's gonna sell you into human trafficking"... just that kind of nonsense.)
Despite all that... I honestly admit I'm the closest to her out of the four of us. 🤷
I always followed her around like a lost puppy.
And I still call her every single day. Even if she's a total emotional vampire and knows exactly how to get under my skin with her stories... we still talk every day. And it's not like I don't care whether she has $33 in her pocket or not... I can't stand it when I go visit her over the summer... when she acts like *I'm* the one who's helpless... and I keep trying to prove to her that it's my turn now, telling her to let me do the laundry, wash the floors, dust, etc. (even though she never actually taught me any of that because she always treated me like I was incompetent... I had to force myself to learn how to cook, clean, and do laundry on my own.)
So.
The point.
No. Having five kids guarantees nothing.
Though, look at it this way...
You have four kids... and maybe at least one will be decent to you in the end. 🤣
Sorry. Look. It's a harsh reality. If you're thinking about having kids just so you won't be alone when you're old... don't hold your breath.
Honestly, don't have them at all.
But I have to say one thing...
The fact that I have two brothers and a sister means the world to me, and because of that, I am grateful to my mother for having four of us.
Both my brothers and my sister are married, and they all have kids that I also love to death. I get along with everyone (especially my sister, with whom I can finally communicate as equals... though I still have a lot to learn before I reach her age... but since there's a 21-year gap... we communicate great and understand each other... I guess once I had my own kids, she started seeing me more as a woman and less like a little girl).
But even that isn't a guarantee.🤣
I know people who grew up with three brothers and three sisters... and they can't stand each other. They don't talk, they've fought over the most ridiculous, petty nonsense... honestly, it’s just depressing and sad to see.
But look, it really comes down to how you raise them.
In my family, I can't even imagine going days, months, or years without talking to my brother or sister. It’s just not how we work.
Sure, we might clash or get into a heated argument where we tell each other exactly what we think... but cutting each other off forever? No way. Not happening.
We’ve always had each other's backs, and so, once again, thanks, Mom. 😍
edit—now I sound like I'm trying to say only children are more grateful to their parents in the end.
I didn't mean that.
What I meant is that neither having one kid nor many guarantees "success" when it comes to whether your children will ever repay you.
My husband was an only child, and he feels absolutely nothing toward his parents.
To be honest, that hits me hard sometimes... but I think they brought that on themselves.
If someone is thinking about having kids just because they expect a reward later, they shouldn't have kids at all.
You have kids if you're ready to make sacrifices without expecting anything in return.
And that’s actually the whole point of being a parent.
Expect zero rewards.
All this stuff about whether your kids will pamper you and take care of you when you're old? That's just a bonus. It might come with the package, but it's not part of the deal.