What were your biggest pregnancy surprises and pet peeves?

Sarah Harris5 said:I love catching someone mid-gossip. Did they even have the decency to blush? 🤣

Honestly, I didn't notice any blushing. Probably didn't happen.

Sarah Harris5 said:You guys have to see what this patient just sent me 🙄
I'm not even gonna get worked up over it, I'm way too hungry 😁 I've got some veggie soup and bolognese waiting for me 😬>

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oh man, I saw that... there is really no point in even trying to argue with her, you know? It honestly feels like she just sits there with this huge, triumphant grin on her face whenever someone quotes her like that, especially when she realizes she's actually getting under our skin.. there are definitely things she said that rubbed me the wrong way too, but life is way too short to blow a fuse or end up with a stomach ulcer just because of some total nonsense from people like her..

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cosmicviper21 said:Honestly, if you’re an expecting mom, don't let people like this get under your skin, because their opinions are just noise and frankly, they’d probably be better off not having kids anyway 🙄 personally, I couldn't care less what they think, though I have to admit even I get triggered sometimes when I see parents who just completely tune out their kid's crying or let them act out like total brats, which is something I absolutely won't stand for, it's honestly just sad ☕

I mean, look, everyone has boundaries, but what they're saying is just on a whole different level...

hollowmarlin49 said:I mean, look, everyone has boundaries, but what they're saying is just on a whole different level...

The girls are young, and it’s pretty obvious one of them just lives to stir the pot, which is exactly what Morris was talking about.😉

neonrider40 said:So I was at the clinic in Chicago today for an OGTT test. At the front desk, the lady tells me to just toss my referral slip into the little bin on the side. No big deal, right? So I do it. Right behind me, three more pregnant women show up, and she gives them all the exact same instruction. The waiting room is absolutely packed—not a single person thinks to move so we can actually sit down. We’re just standing there for like half an hour until this one guy, whose wife is also pregnant, starts getting heated at the counter because nobody is calling us up. He’s like, "Hey, shouldn't we have priority here?" And this woman has the nerve to look him dead in the eye and lie, saying, "Oh, your paperwork is already inside, they'll call you when they're ready." Like, seriously? Total lie. So I stepped up and told her straight out, "Actually, no, our papers are still sitting right here in this box." She just went dead silent. Then, thinking I couldn't hear her because I'd stepped aside, she turns to the other girl working the desk and starts bitching, "God, these pregnant women... they can't wait five minutes, always acting like it's an emergency because they gotta pee or they feel sick..." Unbelievable. Two women just sitting there gossiping about it while the room is so crowded you can barely breathe. Just awful.

Ugh, I wish she could hear me. If she heard my tone while I'm dealing with PMS or during pregnancy, she’d probably have a total meltdown and run straight to the department head. 😂😂

I actually had a run-in once when I was nine months pregnant; a woman on the subway actually scolded me for not giving up my seat to some elderly lady 😲 who wasn't even elderly, let alone someone using a cane or struggling to catch the train...
Thank God that while I was physically able, I always made sure to stand up for those poor seniors who clearly needed it—people who looked like they were carrying more years than I'll likely ever see. But the sheer rudeness and the insults thrown at me because I didn't jump up immediately, despite being heavily pregnant and carrying an extra 50 pounds (most of it just water retention in my legs...), was truly something else...

I really hope you took a good look at her before she freezes up—honestly, I always assumed men would be more attracted to women before they get pregnant.
As for what’s getting on my nerves lately, I am absolutely fed up with how every single person I tell about my pregnancy immediately jumps down my throat with comments like, "Oh my gosh, don't gain too much weight, you're already looking heavier since you got pregnant." Right now, I weigh 152 pounds at 5'6"—I'm certainly not some stick figure, but seriously, nobody needs to be making those kinds of remarks to me. 😳

Kate Jackson said:I really hope you took a good look at her before she freezes up—honestly, I always assumed men would be more attracted to women before they get pregnant.
As for what’s getting on my nerves lately, I am absolutely fed up with how every single person I tell about my pregnancy immediately jumps down my throat with comments like, "Oh my gosh, don't gain too much weight, you're already looking heavier since you got pregnant." Right now, I weigh 152 pounds at 5'6"—I'm certainly not some stick figure, but seriously, nobody needs to be making those kinds of remarks to me. 😳

Don't let them get to you! Before my pregnancy, I was about 127 pounds (and 5'7", so I was quite slender), but by the end, I hit at least 180. I made it home at around 145, and for the last couple of months, I’ve been hovering around 130... but that weight vanishes in a heartbeat. Between cooking for guests and chasing after a toddler, you just want to take him out to see the world—you know, like a quick trip to Target, haha, or hitting up the local mall (just to give these girls something to bitch and fight about on the forums, XD). You don't want to be apart from him, so you end up pushing a stroller loaded down with gear through the streets, and somehow, you end up with a perfect figure and curves that are actually better than they were before the pregnancy—and certainly better than those judgmental girls online.

Anyway... I'm crossing my fingers that there's another one on the way so I can eventually head to Target with a double stroller. 😂😂😂😂

I realized I forgot to mention—just eat and enjoy yourself. Honestly, go ahead and indulge in whatever your heart desires; you need to make sure both you and the baby are getting all those essential minerals, vitamins, and even a bit of sugar. Just focus on enjoying this time together, the two of you... let everyone else just go to hell.😂😂

😍Thanks, sweetie, you really made my day 😉 As long as they're happy with the new curves, I don't care who's looking... we can always just take them off later anyway 🙂

Kate Jackson said:😍Thanks, sweetie, you really made my day 😉 As long as they're happy with the new curves, I don't care who's looking... we can always just take them off later anyway 🙂

Exactly!!!! My guy was absolutely obsessed with me right up until the very last second—and honestly, even more so now—he actually tells me I’m looking way too thin for him now =)

Honestly, the constant questions lately are driving me insane. "When is the baby due?" How should I know? Go consult a psychic or something like Milton.
Yesterday was supposed to be the big day, yet everyone treats me like some tragic figure because I haven't given birth yet. They’re all like, "Oh, you poor thing, how are you going to manage?" 🙄
Then comes the commentary about the heatwave—"Oh, you poor soul, being out in this weather..."
Meanwhile, I’m just living my best life, totally loving every second of it. 😁🤣
Or they ask, "Why are you going to the movies? What if something happens?" Like, hello?? If something happens, I'll just walk out. ☕

Look, I'm not out here complaining to anyone. The only person I talk to is my partner, and even then, I'm just saying I can't wait for the little one to arrive because we're right on schedule and I'm eager to meet my little nugget.
If I had to walk like this for another two months, I'd be fine. It really isn't that hard. I have zero issues—aside from some groin pain right now—and I see absolutely no reason for anyone to pity me.

Honestly, nothing gets under my skin more than people asking, "So, when are you having kids?" Like, if I actually knew the exact date, I’d be playing the Powerball, not working a damn job!!!!
The worst part is when random strangers feel entitled to ask—like servers, cashiers at Target, or even the lady at CVS... Everyone wants to interrogate me, but why does it matter if I'm grabbing coffee or just heading out for a bit? Mind your own business!!!!

The other day at the grocery store, an elderly woman standing behind me in line reached out and—out of nowhere—stroked my belly. 😲😲😲
I muttered, "Good grief, what do you think you're doing?" and she immediately started apologizing profusely, insisting I shouldn't be angry because it wasn't some kind of curse, just a reflex.
What on earth is she talking about? A curse? She's lost it. 😲
I was genuinely stunned.

Later, while waiting in line again, a man let me cut ahead of him. I told him thank you, which would actually be appreciated if people weren't so selfish; usually, everyone acts like they’re blind to avoid moving. Instead, he just stood there counting his change like a total idiot. Then he looks at me and says, "Ma'am, if I had known you were just grabbing yogurt, I would have let you go sooner so you wouldn't have to wait." 😁
He was a decent enough guy.

Anyway, I'm 39 weeks pregnant, and my bump is impossible to miss. Some of the women at the store act like I'm just some overweight person and refuse to move out of the way, leaving me to struggle on my own.

Let me set the scene: I ended up dropping by my mother-in-law’s place the other day, though I really didn't want to. My husband practically sent me there against my better judgment since she hasn't stepped foot in my rental in over three years, so we don't exactly visit her either. I was just picking up a few things in her room when suddenly, bugs start crawling all over the table and even on me. I almost had a heart attack—it was a pretty clear demonstration of her hygiene and cleaning habits... Later that same afternoon, my husband and I were upstairs in the house we're renovating above theirs (WHY ARE WE DOING THIS???) doing some heavy cleaning, when her son and her parents—who they act so incredibly important in front of—came over to visit. Then she brings them all up to our place (WHY???) and sees me with a broom. She starts acting all dramatic: "Oh my goodness, what are you doing? Don't clean, let me do it! I clean every other day after your workers leave anyway!" (TOTAL LIES!!!). She kept telling me I wasn't allowed to touch anything. I finally lost it and snapped: "Then who cleans my apartment? You think your son is going to do it???" To that, he actually says, "Don't do that, let her clean, don't overexert yourself..." My husband hasn't had a hot meal, clean clothes, or a tidy space in three days. I guess I'm just not supposed to "overexert" myself, right?...

I honestly don't see the point in lying, especially when the person you're deceiving already knows the truth—kind of like that situation with your mother-in-law...
but I have to hand it to you for that response!

Michael Barrett11 said:I honestly don't see the point in lying, especially when the person you're deceiving already knows the truth—kind of like that situation with your mother-in-law...
but I have to hand it to you for that response!

Tina, it really all comes down to how you present things... my mother-in-law is absolutely ridiculous when it comes to this. She insists that nobody understands her, claiming she’s the perfect mother, the ultimate mother-in-law, a tireless worker, a saint, and so on. But anyone who has stepped foot in her house or seen her sons before they moved out sees right through it... it's laughable to me. And poor thing gets lost in her own web sometimes. The other day, she ran into a friend of mine whose husband did some tiling work for us. We paid him in full, but the friend doesn't know that. So, she tells my mother-in-law: "Oh, I just had my son deliver some tiles to the house, you know, they arrived much closer than they should have..." but we aren't even bothered by it!!!

I don't hang out with crowds all that often, but whenever I am with women—whether they are old friends or just acquaintances—there seems to be this sudden, desperate urge to share some horror story about childbirth that happened to someone else recently. It’s lucky enough that I’m keeping my cool during this pregnancy and not reacting, but honestly, what am I even supposed to do with that information? Should I just start despairing? Panic? Instead of just staying quiet about these things, they feel the need to dump them on me—as if I haven't already read plenty of those stories myself. At the end of the day... what will be, will be.

Edward Williams8 said:Tina, it really all comes down to how you present things... my mother-in-law is absolutely ridiculous when it comes to this. She insists that nobody understands her, claiming she’s the perfect mother, the ultimate mother-in-law, a tireless worker, a saint, and so on. But anyone who has stepped foot in her house or seen her sons before they moved out sees right through it... it's laughable to me. And poor thing gets lost in her own web sometimes. The other day, she ran into a friend of mine whose husband did some tiling work for us. We paid him in full, but the friend doesn't know that. So, she tells my mother-in-law: "Oh, I just had my son deliver some tiles to the house, you know, they arrived much closer than they should have..." but we aren't even bothered by it!!!

I truly admire people like that (sarcastically, obviously)—the sheer audacity required to sit there and lie about yourself so brazenly.

But then again, when I’m feeling naive and want to believe that not everyone is inherently dishonest, I end up getting burned. I suppose I'm lucky I have a boyfriend who assumes everyone is out to get them; I guess we balance each other out. 😁

Michael Miller8 said:The other day at the grocery store, an elderly woman standing behind me in line reached out and—out of nowhere—stroked my belly. 😲😲😲
I muttered, "Good grief, what do you think you're doing?" and she immediately started apologizing profusely, insisting I shouldn't be angry because it wasn't some kind of curse, just a reflex.
What on earth is she talking about? A curse? She's lost it. 😲
I was genuinely stunned.

Later, while waiting in line again, a man let me cut ahead of him. I told him thank you, which would actually be appreciated if people weren't so selfish; usually, everyone acts like they’re blind to avoid moving. Instead, he just stood there counting his change like a total idiot. Then he looks at me and says, "Ma'am, if I had known you were just grabbing yogurt, I would have let you go sooner so you wouldn't have to wait." 😁
He was a decent enough guy.

Anyway, I'm 39 weeks pregnant, and my bump is impossible to miss. Some of the women at the store act like I'm just some overweight person and refuse to move out of the way, leaving me to struggle on my own.

Well, yeah, you have to figure it out. Personally, my strategy is usually to head STRAIGHT to the register (say, at Walmart or Kroger, using the express lane for pregnant women or people with disabilities) and just ask the cashier, "Excuse me, can I go ahead?" If she glares at me, well, she's not the first one to do it. ☕ Or if someone in line tries to protest—and none of them are actually disabled or pregnant—well, too bad. Ugh.

In those smaller corner stores, people usually just react on their own... or I just won't even bother going in if I see a line stretching from 1.2 miles....

Sam White62 said:Well, yeah, you have to figure it out. Personally, my strategy is usually to head STRAIGHT to the register (say, at Walmart or Kroger, using the express lane for pregnant women or people with disabilities) and just ask the cashier, "Excuse me, can I go ahead?" If she glares at me, well, she's not the first one to do it. ☕ Or if someone in line tries to protest—and none of them are actually disabled or pregnant—well, too bad. Ugh.

In those smaller corner stores, people usually just react on their own... or I just won't even bother going in if I see a line stretching from 1.2 miles....

🙏 Good for you, seriously... I actually get so embarrassed when people are sweet enough to let me cut in front of them🙄 and I could never be as bold as you are 🙏

The other day this guy actually shoved past me in a pharmacy, even though he was right in front of me and there were two women ahead of him (an older lady and a young girl)..
And man, I feel so awkward, like when I'm waiting in line at the grocery store for some bread.. I'd probably be buying a whole bunch of stuff, and then some lady will call me up from further back in the line and I'll only say one thing because I just can't stand the idea of holding up the entire queue after she was kind enough to let me go first... 🤦