Posts by Patrick Grant14

Jason Ortiz5 said:It’s funny how you can question the expertise or skills of pretty much any other profession, but teachers? Not so much (well, maybe doctors too). What are they, some kind of sacred cows? 😕 By default, they're just wonderful, noble, conscientious, and highly capable—basically saints and martyrs. Every word they say is gospel, and everything they do is perfectly justified and exactly how it should be... 🙄

Teachers are people, plain and simple, and you’ll find all sorts of personalities in the mix. I see people complaining here about how miserable they are during high school graduations, dealing solo with hordes of wild teenagers whose entire life purpose seems to be making a teacher's life a living hell. Come on, guys... let's be real. Of course there are bad ones; there always have been. You think other jobs don't deal with their own share of nonsense? You'd be surprised... And yet, people don't whine about them nearly as much. Think about how many graduations actually go smoothly without a hitch? But you don't hear about those. Or how many teachers just mind their own business and ignore whatever drama the kids are pulling? (I had teachers like that. For example, during my final week of senior year, I only saw my homeroom teacher maybe 2 or 3 times. That was because we actually went looking for her. 🤷))

Teachers work with other people's kids. So, yeah, you'd expect their work to be under a microscope by parents. But nope—we can nitpick the lady stocking shelves at Target or criticize the clerk at the DMV for every little thing just because they woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Yet, when it comes to teachers, people act like they should just hand over their children and never once question what these people are doing with them. 😕

For instance, what bugs me most about the teachers at our daycare is how they sometimes act like they're running an orphanage instead of a preschool. It's like these kids don't even have parents. They don't ask for our input or permission; they just present us with a finished decision. Look, I get it—it's busy, there are tons of kids and parents, and you can't please everyone. It's easier for an individual to follow the group than to try and change it. But sometimes they really cross the line. They'll organize workshops for parents or some big performance right when most of us are barely getting off work, or they'll give us a day's notice and then act all offended because nobody showed up, claiming we're "uninterested" or whatever. Give me a break... 😢

And honestly, a teacher who knows some kids in class come from lower-income families but decides to organize a trip to McDonald's just leaves me baffled. What was the thought process there? Some moms might not even allow junk food in the first place. 🤷 Regardless, that should be the parent's call. And if the teacher stepped back, what would happen? Then we'd be facing the issue of $6.75 which some people here seem to downplay (though I honestly wish they could feel, just once, what it's like to have only 20 or $17 bucks in your wallet and having to decide what's actually important), it would just be a matter of parental rights deciding for their child. Would that even make a difference? I don't think so. The point is, the teacher should have just thought a bit more about the potential fallout of deciding to take the kids to McDonald's.

Look, you see it as an annoyance—you think they're doing too much—but frankly, I find it wonderful that they actually engage with the children, trying to cheer them up and entertain them, only to show it all off to proud parents. We have a performance tomorrow; I can hardly wait to see how the little ones react watching the teachers and the older kids perform.
What you mentioned regarding it feeling more like an orphanage than a daycare applies strictly to those staff members who just feed them, put them to sleep, and wait impatiently for parents to pick them up—not to those who go through the effort of organizing workshops and plays.
After all, a daycare is an educational institution, not a soup kitchen or a boarding house.

But hey, I suppose a hundred different people will always have a hundred different opinions.🤷

Honestly, it’s infuriating—I’m already dealing with high blood pressure six full days before my appointment.
At 11:00 AM, I hit 155/90. Just wonderful.

Why the hell are you all acting like victims—as if none of you have ever said a single nasty thing during an argument?
It’s not like he called her a cow because he lacks love or respect—it was actually because
he’s completely repressed and doesn't know how to handle his pathetic, adolescent frustrations regarding
his lack of sexual success, so he resorts to insults. What a massive tragedy.
Some people are just more high-strung—they argue loudly and crudely, while others play the quiet, underhanded game.

Personally, I’d much rather be told to go to hell a hundred times over than deal with someone behaving like a total slut
just to "get even" out of spite.

When someone gets under my skin—take my partner, for instance—I react the exact same way.
And that has absolutely nothing to do with whether I love them or respect them.
If they start annoying me with some mindless nonsense, I might lose my mind and say things that would make a sailor blush,
even though I’d die for them and respect them immensely. I’m not saying it’s "good" behavior, but
you lot are all jumping to her defense as if he swung an axe at her. I even get angry at myself when I react
that explosively—because it’s childish and ugly. But in the moment, I don't care; I feel like the harsher the word,
the clearer it makes him understand how much he's messed up or how much he hurt me... it's idiotic. But sometimes, that's just how it goes.

She imagines a dresser, and he builds it with his own two hands. Is that not proof of love? It is!
And not just once, either.

So she called him a cow... sure, it's ugly, but whatever. C'est la vie.
But I’m sure you all live in some perfect utopia where the birds chirp day and night
surrounded by nothing but pure love and bliss.

Jesse Evans85 said:Honestly, I’m getting on my own nerves today. I can’t even begin to explain it. I woke up feeling actually decent, and now I’m just sitting here having these random crying fits—all because I love my baby so much. It sounds completely insane, doesn't it? But yeah... it's just the hormones.

And let’s be real, calling this "the glow" is such a joke. It’s actually pretty brutal—constipation, hemorrhoids, back pain, weird discharge, bleeding gums, mood swings, zero interest in sex, and the constant stress of dodging anything even remotely questionable when it comes to food or drinks... not to mention the endless anxiety over every single lab result or ultrasound. You spend half your time wondering if everything is okay, if the scan looks normal, if things will turn out fine, and if I’ll even be a decent parent. What a "blissful" experience this truly is!

Exactly.
I reserve the right to claim I'm being driven crazy by hormones, but when someone else tries to use that excuse for me, I end up sounding like this:

OH, IT'S JUST HORMONES, IS IT?
MAYBE IF I BROKE MY TEETH OUT RIGHT NOW, YOU'D FINALLY UNDERSTAND WHAT A REAL MOOD SWING LOOKS LIKE!???????????????????

Absolute madness...

Amir Khan said:Well, I’ve been dealing with this exact same thing for four months now—feeling pregnant, essentially—yet I can't even step foot outside my house without wearing a pad. I tried once, just once, and ended up walking home feeling absolutely miserable and soaked. So, don't you dare suggest that what we're going through is easy.😁

One day, I decided to try going without a pad.
Can you actually believe I went through five entire changes of underwear and still ended up wet?
It was honestly humiliating.

What has truly grated on my nerves over this past week is being constantly soaked🤷.
If I dare to laugh, pass gas, get out of bed, sneeze, or even cough—a cap or two is practically guaranteed—and it stays like that all damn day.
I’m burning through pads and changing my underwear more often than I ever have in my entire life.
I swear, I’m cleaning myself up at least twenty times a day.

I am utterly fed up with this whole ordeal.🙂

placidwalker6 said:It honestly drives me insane when people act like I’ve suddenly ballooned out of nowhere. I used to be practically nothing, just a tiny thing on a bed, but once I quit smoking about eighteen months ago, I put on 18 pounds that I just haven't been able to shake—not that I can blame myself, considering all the hormones they pumped into me for the IVF treatments. So, yeah, if we're looking at my pregnancy weight, I actually started with +18 pounds already.
Sure, my belly has definitely grown, but all in all, I've only gained about 4 pounds total so far. Honestly, even if I weren't pregnant, you'd barely notice any difference. But no, everyone is constantly on my case, acting like I'm some kind of glutton who doesn't know when to stop eating (except for my mom, who knows damn well I eat the same way I always have), or making stupid comments about how big I'll be by the end of this. It's all just mindless 😲
nonsense. Everyone is being such an idiot 🙄 and absolutely nobody bothers to ask how I'm actually doing 😢
And get this—even a friend of mine had the nerve to tell me, "Well, now I can finally call you fat." 🙂

real friend👍

I'd love to tell her that since I'm currently armed with pregnancy hormones, I have the perfect excuse to say every single unfiltered, nasty thing that comes to mind right to her face.

My husband dealt with the exact same issue—he was prescribed Bisobel 2.5 mg every morning, and those heart palpitations finally settled down.
He went through every single test, just like you have, and received the same diagnosis: it’s nothing dangerous—though, let’s be honest, it feels incredibly unsettling and can trigger a massive wave of panic and anxiety.
Just take care of yourself and try not to let the fear get the better of you.
In my opinion, a low-dose beta blocker could be quite effective at calming those skipped beats.

It’s incredibly frustrating being unable to swap stories with other expectant mothers regarding Braxton Hicks,
those little hiccups, and all that—it feels like I’ve been completely bypassed. I’m nearly 28 weeks along now and
I still don't feel even a single tap against my stomach.
So there you have it... damn it all.

Nicholas Doyle91 said:I’m right there with you—at first, it was just happening while I was sleeping, but now my hands feel dead even during the day... I'll be typing away at my desk and suddenly my fingertips just go completely numb.

Yes, I'm right there with you.
Even while I'm talking on my phone or doing something similar.

ruggedbadger332 said:I’m dealing with the exact same thing, though I’m already at my breaking point... it started about a month or so ago and it’s been nothing but misery...
I can barely even make a fist in the morning because my skin feels so tight, just a truly terrible sensation... 😠

Personally, I feel as if someone has gone and anesthetized my fingers.
Like some sort of local anesthetic.
It's truly dreadful.

Is there any actual help for this, by the way?

My fingers are tingling with this absolutely horrific sensation.
It’s completely draining my energy—and frankly, it’s starting to scare me a little.
Most people have the nerve to tell me it’s "normal"—as if that matters—but it is incredibly aggravating, and quite honestly, it’s enough to move me to tears.

CE3PENULA said:I second this. 🙏

Kate Cox2 said:I truly hope that one day, all of us women who have contributed to this discussion will find ourselves being much more tolerant toward pregnant women—especially considering the absolute nonsense we were forced to endure back in our day...

I have always been tolerant toward pregnant women with disabilities and moms with small children.
Nobody had to lecture me or terrorize me into adopting that mindset.
Either you are sensitive to others, or you aren't. It's that simple.

A few years ago, I broke my leg and spent nearly two years on crutches—surviving multiple surgeries, mind you—and yet, I never once, ever, took a seat from a pregnant woman, a person with a disability, or a mother with a child. Not on a bus, not at a checkout counter, nowhere.

Edit: Oh, I forgot to mention—yesterday at Target, they actually refused to let me get to my aunt at the register just so I could ask her how much the security deposit was for a case of Bud Light. She's pregnant. Absolute nonsense.
Whatever. Back then, I was practically disabled myself, but I kept thinking—well, I’ll recover, but someone with a permanent impairment won't.

And don't even get me started on what I witnessed during those two years on crutches.
The lowlifes would stand perfectly still in line at the register, staring straight ahead as if I were invisible, while I was chugging along on my crutches like a steam locomotive.
Back then, I felt too ashamed to say anything or ask someone to let me cut ahead—but today? If someone so much as sneezed in my direction, I'm certain people would scramble to clear a path and bring me a chair.

Nothing else really gets under my skin or bothers me at this stage🤣

(except when my mother-in-law literally throws herself onto her knees to stroke my belly
while making these bizarre, unarticulated noises. Look—I’m not being malicious here—but she has absolutely no sense of timing or appropriate setting
and frankly, it’s terrifying. I’ll be right in the middle of discussing home renovations with contractors, and she just bursts in—well, the rest of the scenario
is laid out for you🤮)

People, I need urgent help here!

My primary care physician is retiring this Thursday—just like that—leaving me completely stranded without a doctor.
To make matters worse, her clinic is located in a different city entirely, while I'm living out here in Los Angeles; so, technically, this was my chance to finally switch to someone local.
BUT!!!
Not a single GP seems willing to take me on—they all claim their patient lists are already maxed out.
On top of everything else, I am pregnant—which means I desperately need referrals, medical leave notes, and constant oversight—yet circumstances have conspired to leave me without any medical coverage at all.
What am I supposed to do?
Finding a reliable family doctor is an absolute emergency at this point, yet I feel like I'm just spinning my wheels.

Does anyone have advice or perhaps a recommendation on where I should transfer my medical records?

I'm looking anywhere within Los Angeles, a small town in the suburbs, or even a small town in the suburbs further out—basically anywhere in between.

Thanks

restlessheron42 said:That is honestly so incredibly twisted. My OB-GYN is feeling very optimistic—especially since I already have one child in the mix—but I’m still a little anxious about the whole thing. Still, one step at a time, I suppose!

What exactly are you worried about?
Clomiphene?
Don't sweat it—pregnancies achieved "via Clomiphene" are practically considered natural pregnancies anyway.
It’s really nothing to fear.

Melissa Reyes76 said:Thanks, wanderingcobra76! You have such a way with words—really comforting stuff.👍👍

Hopefully, everything turns out okay with 🙂

It is entirely possible—though certainly unlikely to be discussed openly—that the guy is dealing with elevated progesterone levels.
Nothing special here—just don't lose your head over it. Good luck.
That simply isn't the case.

I’ve been dealing with PCOS characterized by chronic anovulation.
To put it plainly—I don't ovulate at all. Ever.
On top of that, I’m carrying quite a bit of extra weight.
I took one tablet of Clomiphene in the morning and one in the evening for five days (days 5 through 9 of my cycle).
The result? I developed three follicles and managed to get pregnant within that very same cycle.

So, yes—it happened on the very first attempt.

I truly hope you all have the same luck.

lonefox17 said:Hey everyone! I’m super new to this forum and would love to get some input from you guys...
I’ve been in a long-term relationship, and for about a year now, we’ve been using the withdrawal method, which has honestly never caused me any issues before...
My last period started on March 27th, but my boyfriend and I were intimate right during my fertile window—roughly between April 6th and April 11th—using that same withdrawal method. Lately, though, I’ve been dealing with these absolutely brutal pains in my lower back and abdomen...and I have seriously never felt anything like this before my period hits. On top of that, I’ve been running a bit of a fever, somewhere between 99°F and 99.5°F, and I’ve had this weird, light nausea...kind of like that hollow feeling you get when you're starving...
Also, just as a side note, my period usually shows up a couple of days early...
Do you think there's a chance I'm pregnant, or is this all just signs that my period is coming?
And honestly, if I am pregnant, it wouldn't be a bad thing at all in my situation...😉😉🙂🙂
Thanks so much in advance for sharing your thoughts!

Just take a damn test already.

If you're hunting for those Ravensburger puzzles—they’re tucked away on the 4th or 5th floor over at the Varteks shop on Jelačić Square in downtown Chicago!

I ended up picking up a 1,000-piece one yesterday $33.
I actually spotted one with 9,000 pieces earlier—they're practically $167 right next to each other.