What were your biggest pregnancy surprises and pet peeves?

I don't get it. Are you asking because she isn't responding, or what?
I’m not letting this gin go until I get every single answer I’m looking for.
Every single time we sit down to talk, I end up being the one digging for answers, asking every question under the sun—even if he isn't exactly known for being a man of many words.

I try asking her about my pain, and she just brushes it off, telling me it’s totally normal and that I shouldn't overexert myself. I ask about this symptom or that issue, and again, she tells me not to worry about it too much. I even bring up intimacy—asking if it's okay—and she just hits me with, "Well, you two have become so closed off." Honestly, what am I supposed to make of responses like that? (Thankfully, I’m a huge medical enthusiast myself, so I already understand the mechanics of all this; I only ask her to see what her take will be)

Man, I had one of those days where some guy at the clinic just completely rubbed me the wrong way. So there I am, pregnant and just waiting my turn, right? And this dude walks right past us like we’re invisible. He just breezes in, knocks, and goes inside—luckily a woman working there sent him back out because she was busy with another client. I finally couldn't help myself and was like, "Hey, we've been sitting here waiting too." And instead of being decent, he just gives me this super rude, cynical little "Excuse me, ma'am," acting like I was the one being a total jerk for pointing out the obvious. Honestly, what an absolute clown. 😠

vividhawk87 said:It honestly irritates me how my wife never shares anything with me; if I weren't constantly reading books and checking these forums, I wouldn't know a single thing about pregnancy. To make matters worse, she just flat-out ignores my questions regarding this persistent, recurring pain in my left ovary area that's been going on since the start of the T

Man, some women are just built different... mine is the same way. It's probably just from being pregnant...🙄
I actually thought it was pregnancy-related too... she really needs to speak up though. "Pregnancy" is a pretty broad term if you ask me.🙄

vividhawk87 said:I try asking her about my pain, and she just brushes it off, telling me it’s totally normal and that I shouldn't overexert myself. I ask about this symptom or that issue, and again, she tells me not to worry about it too much. I even bring up intimacy—asking if it's okay—and she just hits me with, "Well, you two have become so closed off." Honestly, what am I supposed to make of responses like that? (Thankfully, I’m a huge medical enthusiast myself, so I already understand the mechanics of all this; I only ask her to see what her take will be)

When I’m not satisfied with an answer, I’ll fire off ten more questions if necessary until I get exactly the explanation I need.
Don't let her off easy; she's there to take care of you.

Frank Morales6 said:When I’m not satisfied with an answer, I’ll fire off ten more questions if necessary until I get exactly the explanation I need.
Don't let her off easy; she's there to take care of you.

I am exactly the same way... especially since this is a private practice and I am paying a small fortune out of my own pocket every single month. It is only right that I walk out of that office with a mountain of paperwork and answers to every little thing on my mind!
jok..

I don't really bother arguing with her; that’s just how all those social workers operate. I mean, I don't know—I'll let you ladies weigh in on that. Either I dive into some professional literature, or if I'm feeling particularly overwhelmed, I just head over to a private specialist instead.

Looks like everyone’s complaining about their shitty bosses—mine is a private sector guy too, so I basically have to squeeze every bit of info out of him with pliers... and even then, he just gives me enough scraps to make me figure it out myself. Man, making a straight "yes" or "no" call is such a pain...

Some high-strung woman at the DMV was absolutely getting under my skin today... just pure, unadulterated anxiety radiating off her. I can't stand people like that.
When you already know you're stuck in a waiting room, what could possibly make the situation worse?
She was badgering every single clerk walking down the hallway: where is that woman, did she even show up for work, is she coming back or did she bail, is there even any point in me sitting here waiting.... I lost count of how many people kept calling (or acting like they were calling) the specific employee we were all waiting for, and every staff member would just listen with this patronizing sympathy, nodding their heads and offering comfort... seriously, lady.

Between getting jerked around at the clinic today because they don't have a nurse while the doctor is on vacation—fine, whatever—it was the people on the light rail that was the actual disaster.
By 8:00 AM, the stench was already unbearable.
I’m on my phone, just mentioning how hot it is and how much everyone stinks.
Once I hung up, I grabbed some water and sprayed a little thermal mist on my hands and neck to cool down—suddenly this woman next to me starts screaming, acting like I'm some pregnant lady who thinks she can perfume the entire train and force everyone to breathe it in!! 😂
I asked her, "Well, can you actually smell what I just sprayed?" Of course she can.
I told her—how lovely, you must have superpowers if you can sniff out plain water!
Maybe try taking a shower this morning instead. She just turned her nose up at me. 😂

I recently had an appointment with my OB-GYN—she’s honestly wonderful. Even though she works within the public health system, her bedside manner is so incredible that her waiting room is perpetually packed... I actually saw my first doctor privately, where there was zero wait time, but she didn't have half the warmth this woman possesses. I genuinely look forward to every checkup because she has such infinite patience for all my questions... and always has this calming way of addressing every little anxiety I throw at her. Because of that, pregnant patients clearly get a massive advantage over everyone else; the moment I present my prenatal paperwork, I’m practically ushered right in... it’s almost like it's written in BIG letters on the door... but the comments from the other "regular" patients are just exhausting... as if they aren't just as important as someone who's expecting... like, can't we all just sit down and wait? We have plenty of time... I overheard an older woman snap at a young, early-stage expectant mother today—apparently, she felt slighted just because the girl's bump isn't even showing yet—telling her to sit down and stop trying to cut in line... then another woman chimed in about how pregnant women are so fragile and can't handle anything, bragging about how she worked right up until her due date without anyone giving her any special treatment... the poor girl turned bright red and shuffled over to the chair next to me, probably thinking we were in this together... I just calmly replied to the lady, "Ma'am, nobody is asking for your opinion right now..."

So, I’m sitting at a red light today—just sipping some water and minding my own business—when this lady in her 40s pulls up next to me with a stroller from the local farmer's market.

Woman: "Are you near your due date?"
Me (still looking straight ahead): "No, I'm not."
Woman: "Then how did you end up with twins?"
Me (still not even making eye contact): "They aren't twins."
Woman (looking completely scandalized): "Well, someone must have made a mistake then!"

I mean... seriously? WHY?????????? Why do some women feel entitled to approach pregnant ladies with such incredibly mindless comments?????

I'd really love to 🙂

Honestly, nothing gets under my skin faster than random people coming up to me for absolutely no reason... Like, yesterday I’m just standing there waiting for the bus, right? And this lady comes sprinting over to me out of nowhere and goes, "Where are you even headeddddddd? In this weather?!" I was just sitting there thinking, *lady, mind your own business.* Trust me, if I had a choice, I wouldn't be out here at all—especially since it was 8 in the morning 🙄

In my day-to-day life, just dealing with people out in the world, I’m honestly surprised I still manage to stay relatively sane and composed 😁 It doesn't really bother me much until I realize that my own inner circle knows exactly how to push my buttons and send my blood pressure through the roof... it's just the hormones, man, pure hormones... it hits hardest when it comes to my dad or my husband. When those hormonal shifts kick in and they decide to chime in with their unsolicited opinions right at the worst moment, I can totally see myself 🙂 🙂 🙂
God, please just give me strength 🤦

During my first pregnancy, I felt like every tiny little thing was a valid reason to break down; honestly, there were days when I just sat there crying over absolutely nothing at all... just weeping for no reason whatsoever... 🙂

Perhaps that’s why my child turned out to be such a cheerful soul 🎉 and so incredibly optimistic 🎉—it’s as if by purging all that sadness from my system, I left room for them... 😍

Then again, I was much younger back then, and nowadays, almost nothing can move me to tears; instead, I find myself feeling quite prickly toward 🙂

My grandmother is currently sitting there, showering me with her "expert" advice on how to safely navigate crossing the railroad tracks...

Get a grip, people!!!!!🙄

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It honestly blows my mind—my kids are irritating me more right now than they ever have in my entire life!! I’m sitting here watching two women out by the window with their two kids, just constantly wrestling with them. The kids are totally wound up, screaming their heads off, one second shrieking nonsense and the next trying to out-sing each other to some catchy pop song... and this whole chaotic scene started nearly an hour and a half ago! I am seriously tempted to call the cops, or at least storm out to the window and give them a piece of my mind on behalf of everyone who had to deal with their own little terrors when they actually needed some sleep

rustyrider20 said:It honestly blows my mind—my kids are irritating me more right now than they ever have in my entire life!! I’m sitting here watching two women out by the window with their two kids, just constantly wrestling with them. The kids are totally wound up, screaming their heads off, one second shrieking nonsense and the next trying to out-sing each other to some catchy pop song... and this whole chaotic scene started nearly an hour and a half ago! I am seriously tempted to call the cops, or at least storm out to the window and give them a piece of my mind on behalf of everyone who had to deal with their own little terrors when they actually needed some sleep

Well, I find myself getting annoyed over even "smaller" things too.. 🤦
Ever since I became pregnant, I don't know what it is, but other people's children have been driving me absolutely crazy (with the sole exception of my one little niece)...🤷
And it gets even more grating when I realize that people suddenly expect me to lose all composure and fawn over every single baby and toddler just because I'm expecting myself..😕

Kate Cox2 said:Well, I find myself getting annoyed over even "smaller" things too.. 🤦
Ever since I became pregnant, I don't know what it is, but other people's children have been driving me absolutely crazy (with the sole exception of my one little niece)...🤷
And it gets even more grating when I realize that people suddenly expect me to lose all composure and fawn over every single baby and toddler just because I'm expecting myself..😕

As for me? Every single kid drives me up the wall—including my own husband when he smiles at a child and comments on how cute they are. It's annoying. I don't look at kids, I don't smile back if they stare at me, nothing... the only time I actually look is if I spot an incredibly ugly one, just to see if it's God or Mendel's fault.

A couple days ago(🤔) I told my husband—right after he bought three bars of chocolate and we polished all three off that very same day—that we are officially done buying that stuff! No more chocolate, no more cookies, no more pastries. I can’t find any peace when that junk is sitting in the pantry; I feel this frantic need to devour everything immediately. And then, this morning, out of nowhere...
"Want some Coca-Cola?"
..."No!"
"How about a chocolate croissant?"
..."HELL NO!!"
And people wonder how I'm supposed to eat healthy... I haven't even touched it yet, but I can't stop thinking about it 😢—about how it's just sitting there in the box, drying out in the draft from the AC, getting stale and gross until it eventually ends up in the trash... I swear I can actually hear it calling my name, begging me to eat it...
Ugh, I am so incredibly on edge right now!!
Because of this, my dear husband won't be eating lunch today until he finally remembers that his steak is still sitting in the freezer.

These pregnancy hormones are going to be the death of me!