What were your biggest pregnancy surprises and pet peeves?

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Ashley James49 says: I guess I'll jump in here too😍> I'm pregnant for the third time—and honestly, every single time, it bugs me when people I know (and sometimes even strangers) ...first off, they go straight for the belly rub😕......which I just can't stand😠..... I don't really know why, but it's annoying...🤷>

I completely agree! I HATE IT!

I once told someone, "How would you feel if I just grabbed your chest like that!?" 😂>😲

Get lost. People really allow themselves to do anything these days.....

And then there’s always... "Oh my gosh, you're so big! When's the due date?"
-In December
"Man, that's still a ways off... they'll probably be at least 11 or 12 pounds... or maybe even twins."
-Yeah, yeah, sure...☕

Ugh, I am definitely not a fan of those nine months. Honestly, I don't get how some women actually enjoy being pregnant.🤷

First there's the nausea, then the aches and pains, and everyone constantly touching your stomach! You gain a ton of weight, you can barely bend over, you're constantly snapping at your partner, and you're just an emotional wreck—one minute crying, the next laughing. Your chest gets bigger (which, okay, I'm not complaining about😍), but afterwards they just look like two little tea bags👎 and don't even get me started on the belly😲.....

And there's still more to it too....

...but once you see that tiny little thing, everything else just fades away😍....so you end up doing it three times anyway, no matter how much you say you hate it.😍

Ashley James49 said:Ugh, I am definitely not a fan of those nine months. Honestly, I don't get how some women actually enjoy being pregnant.🤷

First there's the nausea, then the aches and pains, and everyone constantly touching your stomach! You gain a ton of weight, you can barely bend over, you're constantly snapping at your partner, and you're just an emotional wreck—one minute crying, the next laughing. Your chest gets bigger (which, okay, I'm not complaining about😍), but afterwards they just look like two little tea bags👎 and don't even get me started on the belly😲.....

And there's still more to it too....

...but once you see that tiny little thing, everything else just fades away😍....so you end up doing it three times anyway, no matter how much you say you hate it.😍

I second everything here, 😍 especially the stuff I put in bold. I mean, I've always been curvy, but during pregnancy, my chest is always the first thing to blow up; sure, it's great and my husband loves it, 😁 but you have to carry that extra weight around, and your back takes such a beating once the pain really kicks in, man... it's brutal. And then, like three days after you give birth, things go absolutely haywire and the milk starts flowing like crazy... it's a total horror show. 😱 And speaking of which, when I was pregnant the first time, everyone was so busy scaring me about how much labor would hurt, but nobody warned me about the aftermath or the breastfeeding struggles that followed—honestly, the nursing issues were way harder on me than the actual delivery itself.😢

Ashley James49 said:Ugh, I am definitely not a fan of those nine months. Honestly, I don't get how some women actually enjoy being pregnant.🤷

First there's the nausea, then the aches and pains, and everyone constantly touching your stomach! You gain a ton of weight, you can barely bend over, you're constantly snapping at your partner, and you're just an emotional wreck—one minute crying, the next laughing. Your chest gets bigger (which, okay, I'm not complaining about😍), but afterwards they just look like two little tea bags👎 and don't even get me started on the belly😲.....

And there's still more to it too....

...but once you see that tiny little thing, everything else just fades away😍....so you end up doing it three times anyway, no matter how much you say you hate it.😍

I actually shared some similar thoughts on this very thread a while back..
For me, pregnancy—even though everything went perfectly by the book—was such an utterly pointless ordeal..
It was just constant discomfort; something was always cramping, or aching, leaving you feeling tense and wondering if everything was okay, all while your body changes and you start feeling like a stranger to yourself, not to mention the social pressure and everyone else's reactions...
Honestly, looking at the whole picture, I truly fail to see how anyone could claim pregnancy is the most beautiful period in a woman's life. 🤷
I was counting down the minutes until delivery! Now, I am just so incredibly happy to have my little one in my arms and to finally be getting back to my usual shape. 😁

Honestly, all this bending over is driving me insane.
Stuff keeps sliding under the furniture, and I just wave my hand at it like,
whatever, I’ll grab it once I actually have a kid on my hands...😬
The worst part is my fingers feel like total sausages lately, so everything just slips right out of my grip.😢
God, if I could just bend over or squat without feeling like I'm breaking, I probably would've been pregnant for a hundred years by now.😁

Ugh, I finally have to tell you guys this story. Someone actually asked if I wanted their seat on the subway for once.
And we’re talking about the hottest guy on the entire train, too. 😍
I was honestly so conflicted; first off, because nobody ever asks me that, and second, because he was such a total smoke show. 😍
I only had two stops left, so I played it cool and politely declined. In my head, I was just like: "Keep the seat, honey, I much prefer the view from over here" (cue the hormones, cough, cough...).
Then I spent the rest of the ride basically staring at him like a complete idiot until he eventually got off at the next stop. He probably thought I was a total creep. 🤣

Kisses, cuties!

rustybison19 said:Ugh, I finally have to tell you guys this story. Someone actually asked if I wanted their seat on the subway for once.
And we’re talking about the hottest guy on the entire train, too. 😍
I was honestly so conflicted; first off, because nobody ever asks me that, and second, because he was such a total smoke show. 😍
I only had two stops left, so I played it cool and politely declined. In my head, I was just like: "Keep the seat, honey, I much prefer the view from over here" (cue the hormones, cough, cough...).
Then I spent the rest of the ride basically staring at him like a complete idiot until he eventually got off at the next stop. He probably thought I was a total creep. 🤣

Kisses, cuties!

The poor guy probably thought you were going to jump him since you were practically melting into him with those eyes.😉
Seriously though, kudos to that kid; maybe the older generation could actually learn a thing or two from us young people about how to handle things!

So, tonight—my stomach and I were out roaming the streets of Chicago—we flagged down a cabbie to see if he was available. He says he’s free, sure, but then hits us with this ridiculous rule: no ice cream allowed in the car. Honestly? It’s a joke. All we wanted was two tiny bites of a cone. Total overkill.
So now we’ve got some cab driver trying to lecture us on how to live our lives—as if he’s some kind of philosopher because he spends all day behind a steering wheel. Give me a break. Took a stroll. Home at last—saved some cash, the evening is looking beautiful... just perfect. 😕
I honestly thought the guy was joking—as if he actually gives a damn about how I look.
We laid it all out for him—told him exactly where we’re headed—and he knows damn well there’s nothing ahead of him but a brutal uphill climb and endless stairs.
Are you kidding me? Seriously? 😲!!
Honestly, the guy barely kept his cool when he suggested we go for a walk—I thought he was going to blow a fuse right then and there.
A whole lot of everything...

Ashley James49 said:Ugh, I am definitely not a fan of those nine months. Honestly, I don't get how some women actually enjoy being pregnant.🤷

First there's the nausea, then the aches and pains, and everyone constantly touching your stomach! You gain a ton of weight, you can barely bend over, you're constantly snapping at your partner, and you're just an emotional wreck—one minute crying, the next laughing. Your chest gets bigger (which, okay, I'm not complaining about😍), but afterwards they just look like two little tea bags👎 and don't even get me started on the belly😲.....

And there's still more to it too....

...but once you see that tiny little thing, everything else just fades away😍....so you end up doing it three times anyway, no matter how much you say you hate it.😍

😂 😂 😂
The "tea bag" description for the chest... couldn't have put it better myself. Between the hormone surges, stretch marks, morning sickness, bloating, constipation, shortness of breath, dizziness, and sciatica... it's a lot.😁

Dana Miller2 said:Honestly, all this bending over is driving me insane.
Stuff keeps sliding under the furniture, and I just wave my hand at it like,
whatever, I’ll grab it once I actually have a kid on my hands...😬
The worst part is my fingers feel like total sausages lately, so everything just slips right out of my grip.😢
God, if I could just bend over or squat without feeling like I'm breaking, I probably would've been pregnant for a hundred years by now.😁

Bending over? Absolute nightmare. The other day a pen rolled away, and since I was having one of those classic pregnancy meltdowns, 🙄 I just kicked the door to the storage closet open and sent it flying across the living room floor.😂It’s wild how much this whole situation changes your personality.

Getting in and out of the bathtub—especially in this apartment where the layout feels like a weird mezzanine loft—is becoming a legitimate obstacle course. I thought about getting a little step stool, but honestly, I’d probably just end up breaking an ankle.

Honestly, I am absolutely loving being pregnant!!!
Aside from the fact that my back is killing me, and I’m constantly snapping at people, and I can’t stop bursting into tears, and I can't even lie on my stomach for a quick nap in the afternoon, and I can't roll from side to side without a struggle, and getting out of bed requires a full mental pep talk, and my left hip is constantly aching because the baby's head is probably pressing right on a nerve, and I have to hit the bathroom three times every single night, and my stomach is covered in stretch marks, and I waddle like a duck, and I can't even manage basic grooming, and I have to go out and buy an entire new fall wardrobe because nothing fits anymore, and every single bra I own is too small (and finding my size is a nightmare as it is), and I get these bizarre cravings at weird hours—like 4:00 AM—and everyone keeps badgering me about how much longer I have left...

But seriously, I just love being pregnant. 😍
I seriously cannot wait to meet my little one!!!!!!!!!!

Ashley James49 said:Ugh, I am definitely not a fan of those nine months. Honestly, I don't get how some women actually enjoy being pregnant.🤷

First there's the nausea, then the aches and pains, and everyone constantly touching your stomach! You gain a ton of weight, you can barely bend over, you're constantly snapping at your partner, and you're just an emotional wreck—one minute crying, the next laughing. Your chest gets bigger (which, okay, I'm not complaining about😍), but afterwards they just look like two little tea bags👎 and don't even get me started on the belly😲.....

And there's still more to it too....

...but once you see that tiny little thing, everything else just fades away😍....so you end up doing it three times anyway, no matter how much you say you hate it.😍

Oh, please. We are definitely not on the same page. My pregnancy was wonderful. No morning sickness for me, and everything else was perfect.😍😍
I felt amazing. I was happy, and I actually loved my bump..
Nobody gave me any special treatment from my family; I kept up with my usual routine (just at a slower pace, obviously).
I was a genuinely happy expectant mother.😍
In fact, I'd do it all again tomorrow—as long as I don't have to go through the actual labor.😁

Pregnancy Depression
I’ve been stuck in this loop all day😢—one minute I’m on the verge of tears, the next I feel absolutely nothing, and then I just want to bolt because everywhere I go feels incredibly draining. It’s just exhausting, honestly.

Insomnia has been keeping me up at night, too.🙄

Ethan King75 said:Oh, please. We are definitely not on the same page. My pregnancy was wonderful. No morning sickness for me, and everything else was perfect.😍😍
I felt amazing. I was happy, and I actually loved my bump..
Nobody gave me any special treatment from my family; I kept up with my usual routine (just at a slower pace, obviously).
I was a genuinely happy expectant mother.😍
In fact, I'd do it all again tomorrow—as long as I don't have to go through the actual labor.😁

See... that's so nice🙂

And look, labor wasn't even that bad for me (first baby took 6 hours, second was 3, hopefully the third is even faster😍)). It hurts, obviously... but someone once told me women release certain hormones (I think?) that make you forget the pain pretty fast... otherwise we'd probably only ever have one kid and never again😍

I still don't love those nine months though...😁
And that part about bending over is definitely true... everything always seems to end up under the couch😠

frozenpanther18 said:Pregnancy Depression
I’ve been stuck in this loop all day😢—one minute I’m on the verge of tears, the next I feel absolutely nothing, and then I just want to bolt because everywhere I go feels incredibly draining. It’s just exhausting, honestly.

Honey, this isn't the same thing as clinical depression. Honestly, my pregnancy hormones protect me from that—even from social anxiety, panic attacks, or those daily tension headaches that have me sobbing for days. There’s no weakness here, no shakes, no chronic exhaustion... sometimes things sting, sometimes I cry, but this period is honestly a trillion times better than not being pregnant. I'm home, relaxing, staying away from that job that was destroying my mental health. I only hang out with people I love, watch good movies or series, just total relaxation, and my husband is always taking care of me... how could it be any better? I'd stay pregnant forever if I could!😍😍😍

Frank Jackson5 said:Honey, this isn't the same thing as clinical depression. Honestly, my pregnancy hormones protect me from that—even from social anxiety, panic attacks, or those daily tension headaches that have me sobbing for days. There’s no weakness here, no shakes, no chronic exhaustion... sometimes things sting, sometimes I cry, but this period is honestly a trillion times better than not being pregnant. I'm home, relaxing, staying away from that job that was destroying my mental health. I only hang out with people I love, watch good movies or series, just total relaxation, and my husband is always taking care of me... how could it be any better? I'd stay pregnant forever if I could!😍😍😍

Me too!!!😍
I think I sign off on everything you just said. I guess I've never felt better, and nothing really gets under my skin lately.🙏

I don’t know about all of you, but the whole ordeal of putting on underwear is enough to drive me up the wall... Honestly—between being unable to bend over properly, the constant pinching, and feeling like I can't even catch my breath—it's just a disaster. One leg gets stuck, then the other starts bunching up, and suddenly everything is a mess. Wouldn't the simplest, most efficient solution be to just "NOT WEAR THEM" at all?🤷😂

Good grief... everyone keeps telling me I'm FAT... give me a break, I'm not fat, and I haven't even gained that much weight... what is wrong with them...
Fat? My ass!