What were your biggest pregnancy surprises and pet peeves?

cosmicviper21 said:Honestly, it drives me absolutely insane how sensitive I am about every little thing, like, I can just burst into tears out of nowhere and then I’m stuck feeling all awkward because everyone is staring at me like I'm some kind of 😕 And don't even get me started on my inability to pick an outfit, because I seriously need like thirty minutes just to piece together something halfway decent to wear 😲 😲 😲

Oh boy, honestly, my wardrobe was such a disaster zone before I got pregnant...🤣
Now, I’m basically just cycling through two pairs of sweatpants and three t-shirts...
There isn't even any variety left! 😁

cosmicviper21 said:Honestly, it drives me absolutely insane how sensitive I am about every little thing, like, I can just burst into tears out of nowhere and then I’m stuck feeling all awkward because everyone is staring at me like I'm some kind of 😕 And don't even get me started on my inability to pick an outfit, because I seriously need like thirty minutes just to piece together something halfway decent to wear 😲 😲 😲

Oh man, I totally feel you on that one... seriously, the other day I actually broke down in tears just because I burned some zucchini patties for dinner... 🙄🙄🙄

I actually teared up when I realized there was no breadcrumb stash left, so I couldn't even attempt to make my chicken... but hey, at least I'm not pregnant 😂

Kate Cox2 said:Oh boy, honestly, my wardrobe was such a disaster zone before I got pregnant...🤣
Now, I’m basically just cycling through two pairs of sweatpants and three t-shirts...
There isn't even any variety left! 😁

It’s the exact same story here—nothing fits anymore, so I’ve become an expert at getting dressed in record time.😂

So I’ve had blood drawn three times at three different clinics in just two days.
And honestly, I absolutely loathe getting blood taken from a vein.
I even reached out to my poor dad to let him know I was heading back out for round three—which was news to him since he had no idea I’d need another draw—and he just gives me this totally cold, "Oh, you're going to get blood drawn..." response. Like, thanks for the empathy, man. It’s like he’s acting like it's my first time today, not the third. 😲
He’s over there acting like *he's* the one suffering. Men really are from another planet. 🙄

It’s honestly so frustrating that men can't carry a baby! 🙂

Frank Jackson5 said:It’s honestly so frustrating that men can't carry a baby! 🙂

Oh goodness, I have to admit that this reality frustrates me just as much—especially since I am personally (as a woman, mind you😁) getting closer to my own delivery date...
It truly feels quite unfair...
I suppose we can blame Eve for all of this...😠

Kate Cox2 said:Oh goodness, I have to admit that this reality frustrates me just as much—especially since I am personally (as a woman, mind you😁) getting closer to my own delivery date...
It truly feels quite unfair...
I suppose we can blame Eve for all of this...😠

I say the exact same thing all the time! 🤣

Frank Jackson5 said:I say the exact same thing all the time! 🤣

Dammit, she is just plain wrong, honestly... 😁

It’s so annoying having to go get my blood type checked all over again. 🙂
I did this last year right before my first baby was born, but now I’m back at it. What, like my blood type just magically changed since last year? 😍

It drives me crazy that I’m the only one feeling the urge to prep everything for the baby and get the house in order. Then my husband has the nerve to say, "Oh, look at you, getting all nesting-ready," while my blood pressure is hitting the ceiling. Honestly? Part of me just wants to blow the whole thing up—let him handle the cleaning and the prep his way while I’m stuck in the hospital. But then again, if I did that, my mom would just swoop in to fix everything, and he still wouldn't lift a finger. The baby would end up coming home wearing his old oversized T-shirt, and the family would immediately ditch the diapers, letting her build immunity by rolling around in the dirt and leftover scraps from some backyard BBQ... probably even disinfecting the umbilical cord with cheap bourbon or something.
I can barely tolerate myself lately, but it’s not even funny. It honestly feels easier for me to pull every single book off the shelves, dust them, and put them back than it does for him to help.

I’d give every man out there just one hour of that week 39 pregnancy bliss—specifically during those six minutes of active labor. Maybe then they’d actually see things differently (assuming they even survived 😬).

Roger Sullivan66 said:It drives me crazy that I’m the only one feeling the urge to prep everything for the baby and get the house in order. Then my husband has the nerve to say, "Oh, look at you, getting all nesting-ready," while my blood pressure is hitting the ceiling. Honestly? Part of me just wants to blow the whole thing up—let him handle the cleaning and the prep his way while I’m stuck in the hospital. But then again, if I did that, my mom would just swoop in to fix everything, and he still wouldn't lift a finger. The baby would end up coming home wearing his old oversized T-shirt, and the family would immediately ditch the diapers, letting her build immunity by rolling around in the dirt and leftover scraps from some backyard BBQ... probably even disinfecting the umbilical cord with cheap bourbon or something.
I can barely tolerate myself lately, but it’s not even funny. It honestly feels easier for me to pull every single book off the shelves, dust them, and put them back than it does for him to help.

I’d give every man out there just one hour of that week 39 pregnancy bliss—specifically during those six minutes of active labor. Maybe then they’d actually see things differently (assuming they even survived 😬).

Actually, I disagree..☕
That is precisely why Eve was the one who took the apple, rather than Adam..😠

Man, what a greedy sheep... why didn't he just let her go?!!
Then they’d all be whining and jumping into bed every time they so much as sneezed or sniffled 😬

Roger Sullivan66 said:Man, what a greedy sheep... why didn't he just let her go?!!
Then they’d all be whining and jumping into bed every time they so much as sneezed or sniffled 😬

Well, typical woman—a total control freak. She just has to do everything herself and be the first one to jump in, doesn't she?😁
And just like that, she's gone and intimidated every single one of us.🤣

So now I'm just doing all the prep work for the baby myself...
Man, Eve, Eve...

I stepped into an elevator at the Salesforce Tower today with five guys, and suddenly everyone started acting like there were too many people in there. EVERYONE was staring me down, being incredibly aggressive, and I ended up being the only one who got out... the whole time it just left me feeling totally diminished...

🤣🤣 Oh my gosh, I am telling you right now, this thread is honestly way more hilarious than any sitcom on Netflix or HBO... 😂
..just let it all out, seriously, you'll feel so much better afterward and you'll definitely give the rest of us a good laugh too 🙂
🙂

Edward Williams8 said:I stepped into an elevator at the Salesforce Tower today with five guys, and suddenly everyone started acting like there were too many people in there. EVERYONE was staring me down, being incredibly aggressive, and I ended up being the only one who got out... the whole time it just left me feeling totally diminished...

😢
Oh, come on, for crying out loud, you should have just acted invisible and stayed on until everyone else hopped off...

What do you mean, lower value?
Well, now you’re definitely worth double!

I wouldn't go out—not a chance. I guarantee every single one of them weighs more than I do right now. It’s always a shocker, isn't it? How some scrawny guy standing 6'1" can easily tip the scales at 170 or 180 pounds... basically, they're all heavier than me, so they can just stay out of my elevator.😁

I’m heading to the clinic today for my scan—and let’s just say I’ve definitely got the biggest bump in the room.
The waiting room is packed; two guys actually showed up for their 4D ultrasounds.
Then there’s a whole crowd of women who aren't even pregnant, and nobody is saying anything. One girl, whose belly was actually smaller than mine, had the nerve to get up and offer me her chair.
I didn't take it since the room cleared out pretty fast anyway.
But honestly, what is the deal with these pregnant women showing up with their husbands? Why don't they ever say anything to them if it doesn't cross their minds to speak up?