What were your biggest pregnancy surprises and pet peeves?

Ronald Williams9 said:My husband is driving me absolutely insane today. Our daughter refuses to eat a single bite. Apparently, because she’s turning her nose up at my cooking, it must be "bad"—as if I’m some amateur. It's funny how she clears her plate every single time she's at his mother's house, though.
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grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr I am about to lose my mind.

Does he honestly not realize that saying something like that to his wife is a total non-starter?

Bryan Diaz said:Does he honestly not realize that saying something like that to his wife is a total non-starter?

He clearly doesn't...
But honestly, that's his favorite line to throw at me whenever he wants to complain about my cooking. He jumps at any chance to vent his frustrations. The truth is simple: I don't enjoy cooking, and I’m certainly not a master of a million different recipes.
The reality is that I know how to make the stuff I *do* make pretty damn well.

It's just that our tastes and how we were raised to eat are completely different.😂 Hah.

I really couldn't care less, though.

Anyway, I'm standing my ground against him today.

I’m seriously losing my mind here, just finished week 28 and I feel like I could sleep for a century 😠 Honestly, I’ve just been crashing all day, only actually getting up if I need to grab a snack or hit the restroom 😳
Is anyone else feeling this way, or am I just totally out of whack?

Oh my goodness, you guys... I’m about 10 weeks along now, and yesterday my auntie asks me, "So, can you feel the baby moving yet?" AAAAA!!! I know, I know—she knows the baby is perfectly fine, she just means "are you feeling any kicks?" But honestly, my brain just short-circuits when people use that phrase! It drives me absolutely crazy! And let's be real, who on earth is actually feeling movement at 11 weeks?! Plus, during my checkup at 10 weeks, the doctor measured the fundal height at about 3.5cm!

The other thing that is testing my patience beyond measure is this belly! I'm not even three months in and you can see it from a mile away—not because I have a cute little pregnancy bump, but because I am bloated like a balloon. It is the worst. It was exactly like this during my first pregnancy, and it feels like history is repeating itself 🤮 I can't even button my jeans normally! I actually felt a bit awkward bringing it up with my manager at work since I'm still pretty new here—I mean, did they make a good hire? I haven't even been with the company for a full year and I'm already pregnant. And since life doesn't always go according to plan... I'm just waiting for my ultrasound this Wednesday. If everything looks good, I'll finally tell some of my friends, though deep down I feel like everyone is already suspicious because of the bloating...

Linda Ward312 said:I’m seriously losing my mind here, just finished week 28 and I feel like I could sleep for a century 😠 Honestly, I’ve just been crashing all day, only actually getting up if I need to grab a snack or hit the restroom 😳
Is anyone else feeling this way, or am I just totally out of whack?

It's been like that for me the last few days. I just sleep, and even when I finally wake up, I can barely keep my eyes open before drifting off again ten minutes later. It's a bit worrying, at least while I am actually awake. Plus, I haven't really felt the baby moving yet, so I'm pretty anxious. 😕

Can I be blunt here? 😬

It drives me absolutely crazy that sex is off-limits for me, yet my man still gets serviced regularly by yours truly (which he’d probably prefer if I didn't have to deal with it) while I'm stuck with nothing... and honestly, I could really 😢

use some action and a good workout. 🤦

It honestly drives me crazy when my partner acts like this... if he can't show up for me, then he's definitely not going to let me show up for him. It's just such a lack of reciprocity, you know? Honestly, shame on him... 🤷

Linda Ward312 said:I’m seriously losing my mind here, just finished week 28 and I feel like I could sleep for a century 😠 Honestly, I’ve just been crashing all day, only actually getting up if I need to grab a snack or hit the restroom 😳
Is anyone else feeling this way, or am I just totally out of whack?

Just sleep whenever you get the chance. Honestly, I’ve got it backwards. I’m forced to take it easy, but even when I crash around 11:30 PM, I can't drift off immediately. I just toss and turn all night, and if I’m lucky, I might finally pass out after 4:00 AM. Sleep deprivation is driving me insane.

It’s been so frustrating that there aren't more 🙂 😢
and honestly, I'm just annoyed because I spent half my morning at the hospital for basically nothing... now I've wasted the rest of the day feeling totally drained and sleepy. (It was such a gorgeous day, too—I really wanted to go for a walk 🙄)

I have to admit, I’m feeling a bit frustrated because my colostrum has started leaking—it’s been happening for a few weeks now, but lately, it feels like it's ramping up. Even if I just apply a little pressure to my breast, it starts trickling out. It’s actually reached the point where I’ve had to tell my husband not to touch my breasts during sex; I guess it just doesn't feel sexy at all to have milk leaking while we're trying to be intimate.

Ereshkigal said:😲 Your husband is certainly gutsy for saying something like that. He’d better watch his step. 🙂 If my man ever tried that, he wouldn't be seeing a home-cooked meal again for a long, long time.

Hahaha, I actually went and reported him to his mother...
Hahahaha
She absolutely tore him apart 🙂
in front of everyone. 🙂

This might end up being a bit of a long one... if you're easily stressed, feel free to skip...

So, ever since I found out I was pregnant, things have been getting under my skin. But honestly? I am absolutely livid at the doctors. They’ve spent this entire pregnancy spooking me for no reason. I didn't know any better, so I just blindly followed their lead, only to realize I've basically been dealing with a "textbook" pregnancy this whole time without the actual drama they made it out to be.
Look, I'm not saying it's entirely on me—there's way too much noise on the internet—but when you can't go there because your doctor isn't giving you clear or sufficient answers, where else are you supposed to turn?

It drives me crazy how they described something as minor as being "a fingertip's width short" as some absolute catastrophe, forcing me into STRICT bed rest. That’s two months of my life gone, and I'm never getting those days back.
And don't even get me started on the money I wasted on $283 an appointment where the doctor didn't even bother using an ultrasound to check my cervix. No, she just did a manual exam, decided I was "three-quarters of an inch short," and presented it to me with this grim look like I wouldn't even make it to my due date. She sold me a scare tactic, I bought it, and we both spent way too long paralyzed by fear. Did I need that? Hell no! 😳
On top of that, the doctor keeps sending me for endless tests just because of my weight and the fact that the baby is big, so I'm stuck shuffling through hospital corridors and sitting around terrified waiting for results that probably won't change anything.

Everything that's happened over these last seven and a half months just feeds directly into my hypochondria. And frankly, I hate that about myself.
It bugs me that I felt like I knew nothing about pregnancy, that anyone could talk me into believing anything, and most of all, I hate that I can't get back the time I spent living in constant fear...
Thanks for listening.

It’s driving me insane. I’ve completely lost the ability to tell if I’m dealing with uterine cramps or just brutal bloating and intestinal spasms. Every fifteen minutes, I’m sprinting to the bathroom in a total panic, expecting blood, when really I just feel 🙂 🤦. Then, fifteen minutes later, it happens all over again. I can't seem to calm down long enough to realize it's just gas and not my uterus acting up. And the bloating? It's so intense I actually feel nauseous because my stomach is being pushed upward. This has been going on for days—my belly looks like I'm sixteen weeks along, even though I'm only in my ninth 😢
. And honestly, the anxiety over Tuesday's ultrasound is killing me. Instead of being relieved that the bleeding stopped—even if the symptoms are getting worse—I'm stuck in this loop thinking the doctor is going to tell me my heart isn't beating anymore or that it was a missed... 😢😢😢. At this rate, I'll probably pass out from pure stress and fear. God, why didn't I just grow up as a shepherdess out in the middle of Appalachia? Life would be so much simpler if I only realized I was pregnant once I actually felt the baby kicking. No offense to those girls, I'm not mocking them—quite the opposite, I'm actually jealous... 😢

It’s honestly infuriating—this total lack of any sexual drive whatsoever—and I feel just terrible about how it affects my partner. Because he’s such an amazing guy and doesn't push me at all—he actually understands exactly how I'm feeling—he ends up feeling bad for me, which just makes me even more frustrated with myself. It’s this endless, exhausting cycle. Dammit. 😢

Hannah Lewis2 said:This might end up being a bit of a long one... if you're easily stressed, feel free to skip...

So, ever since I found out I was pregnant, things have been getting under my skin. But honestly? I am absolutely livid at the doctors. They’ve spent this entire pregnancy spooking me for no reason. I didn't know any better, so I just blindly followed their lead, only to realize I've basically been dealing with a "textbook" pregnancy this whole time without the actual drama they made it out to be.
Look, I'm not saying it's entirely on me—there's way too much noise on the internet—but when you can't go there because your doctor isn't giving you clear or sufficient answers, where else are you supposed to turn?

It drives me crazy how they described something as minor as being "a fingertip's width short" as some absolute catastrophe, forcing me into STRICT bed rest. That’s two months of my life gone, and I'm never getting those days back.
And don't even get me started on the money I wasted on $283 an appointment where the doctor didn't even bother using an ultrasound to check my cervix. No, she just did a manual exam, decided I was "three-quarters of an inch short," and presented it to me with this grim look like I wouldn't even make it to my due date. She sold me a scare tactic, I bought it, and we both spent way too long paralyzed by fear. Did I need that? Hell no! 😳
On top of that, the doctor keeps sending me for endless tests just because of my weight and the fact that the baby is big, so I'm stuck shuffling through hospital corridors and sitting around terrified waiting for results that probably won't change anything.

Everything that's happened over these last seven and a half months just feeds directly into my hypochondria. And frankly, I hate that about myself.
It bugs me that I felt like I knew nothing about pregnancy, that anyone could talk me into believing anything, and most of all, I hate that I can't get back the time I spent living in constant fear...
Thanks for listening.

1. I’ve always been like that from the jump, and people told me it was totally normal, even though their reports would say "bed rest" while telling me to my face that I could still go work out.

2. I am right there with you on that one. At this rate, I'm hoping I can just check into the hospital and stay in bed once it's actually time to deliver! 😠

3. Man, are we all just related or something? 😁 I honestly feel bad bringing up all my anxieties to my girlfriends, but part of me just wants to get checked out constantly—you know, run every test possible just to be sure everything is fine so I can head in for an ultrasound every single day... just without having to actually live in a hospital room.😉

I had some nausea right at the start, T.
Aside from feeling super sleepy—which might just be because I'm dieting and my blood pressure and sugar levels have dipped, which honestly isn't a bad thing for me—the hypochondria is what's really getting on my nerves 😠
Since yesterday, I feel like I'm getting contractions more often, so I've been constantly checking my belly. I even tried to check my cervix to see if I'd started dilating (look, don't judge me, we've all been there!), but now my butt feels all out of whack and I can't quite reach properly, which sent me into another little panic. Then I ended up Googling it and found out it’s totally fine, as long as things aren't shifting forward.

Insomnia is driving me crazy. Then I just end up feeling like a zombie all day long.
And honestly? From the second I wake up until my head hits the pillow, all I can think about is ice cream.

It’s honestly pretty frustrating that I can't find any Chicco disposables anywhere

It’s driving me absolutely insane—this constant, nagging ache in my pelvic bone is enough to make anyone lose their mind! 😠

help
I've been coughing my lungs out for two days straight now. And every single time I cough, I end up peeing myself— 😲 I’m wearing a pad and trying to figure out if it’s actually "fluid," but honestly, I think it’s just urine! 🤷
My ribs are actually killing me from coughing so much. Can these crazy abdominal contractions actually hurt the baby? Also, is there any chance my water could be leaking out while I'm just assuming it's pee?? 🤷