What were your biggest pregnancy surprises and pet peeves?

Keith Doyle18 said:I have to admit, I’m feeling incredibly frustrated because I’ve somehow managed to drift into my tenth month of pregnancy 😁

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If I may add my own little grievance to this collection of tedious complaints:

There is nothing quite as infuriating as being mid-drive when you suddenly realize your windshield is filthy, only to engage the washer fluid and have the wipers promptly smear a stray, dried leaf right across the center of your vision—a little surprise that, naturally, I failed to notice while sitting in the parking lot.

Sophia Walker89 said:Haha... too true.
The absolute worst part is definitely that "get some sleep now while you can" advice. As if I can somehow stockpile stamina for a rainy day... apparently, I should just hibernate like Sleeping Beauty until the labor starts.🙄 And let's be real—that kind of unsolicited advice usually comes from people who don't even have children themselves.

A lady I know actually said that to me today when we bumped into each other at the grocery store. She was like, "Rest up while you can and enjoy this, you have no idea what's coming!"—and mind you, she already has a three-year-old!
It’s just like when my sister-in-law told me at a wedding, "Oh, just wait until you have a baby, then you'll see that the baby always comes first!!" I swear, those remarks drive me absolutely crazy. I am fully aware that a baby is a massive responsibility; it demands your attention, your time, and everything else that comes along with it!
What really grates on me is how they act like I'm clueless, as if I haven't realized that babies don't just spend all day sleeping and eating!!!!
I don't quite understand why she's already pregnant again with her second child if having just one is such an exhausting struggle with zero time for yourself or anything else!!

Oh, I completely understand... the sheer volume of responsibilities can feel overwhelming, but honestly, everything is manageable if you approach it correctly. It reminds me so much of how my own mother used to lecture me—you know, those long, drawn-out talks about how once you get married, you won't be able to just wander around aimlessly anymore because there will be so many obligations to handle all by yourself (as if I wasn't already doing a mountain of work while living under her roof!). Now, she’s actually surprised at how I manage to stay on top of everything. It's almost laughable—to think that vacuuming, cooking, washing dishes, and cleaning the entire house constitutes such an impossible workload... I have plenty of time for it all. Some people simply lack the basic organizational skills, and then they have the nerve to complain so loudly about nothing.😁

Morgan Kern61 said:My female coworkers and friends are really starting to get on my nerves with comments like this:

"Wait, you're still working?!" — I've been at it for months now. I'm 27 weeks along, and I have a desk job; it's not like I'm out in the fields or hauling heavy sacks of potatoes...

"Why haven't you gone on maternity leave yet?" — Well, I haven't even dealt with morning sickness, so...

"You should just rest, you'll need the energy".... I suppose I should just sleep all day to build up a reserve for when the baby actually arrives.

And then there are those who already have kids and give me that "it's such a beautiful thing" nonsense. It’s exhausting.

Add to that the fact that I can barely turn over in bed at night,

and my already low tolerance for stupidity is becoming non-existent.😂

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...I am beyond stressed, worried, and completely worked up because my husband has this ugly mole that's gotten thicker and harder, and he refuses to get it checked out. 😢 😢 😢 He has dysplastic nevus syndrome, which means his risk for melanoma is at least 10% higher than the average American. I haven't slept a wink because of this. I spent half the weekend crying and hiding from his mother so she wouldn't see me falling apart, yet he won't even visit his doctor just to give me some peace of mind. Look, I know I can be a difficult doctor myself, but I'm his wife—apparently, my medical opinion doesn't count when I tell him that mole needs to come off, but once HIS doctor says it, then suddenly he'll listen. He's already had suspicious moles removed three times before and everything turned out fine, but now he's just too lazy to deal with it. I guess he has to catch melanoma and die right when the baby is born for him to realize how much of an idiot he's being toward himself, the kid, and ultimately, everyone else who loves him—including me.😠 😠

Rebecca Vaughn7, please don't cry—you’ve actually got me feeling a bit misty-eyed here! It is just so incredibly frustrating when things won't get sorted out, isn't it? I feel exactly the same way as you—truly. I am just sitting here, all miffed and annoyed because my husband has completely neglected his dental health. He has this massive inflammation going on, and honestly, it's scary because if you ignore your teeth, that infection can easily migrate into your bloodstream—it's a serious thing!
He keeps making all these promises, but nothing ever changes. At this rate, he's looking at having at least three teeth pulled—minimum! I suspect he’s just terrified of the discomfort of the dentist's chair, or maybe he just doesn't care that I'm worrying myself sick over it... it feels like we have to practically hold their hands and drag them to the doctor. I told my husband that once the baby arrives, I really need him to be my partner and support system, not someone I have to mother just as much as myself! It ends up being exactly like that. Sometimes he’s wonderful, but when it comes to medical stuff, he falls right into that classic male trap of avoiding the doctor at all costs...

Rebecca Vaughn7...
Don't let it get to you. Honestly, men can be absolute idiots sometimes. My partner is the exact same way—he never takes my word for anything. In his mind, everyone else always knows better than I do.

Ronald Williams9 said:Rebecca Vaughn7...
Don't let it get to you. Honestly, men can be absolute idiots sometimes. My partner is the exact same way—he never takes my word for anything. In his mind, everyone else always knows better than I do.

My partner often drives me up the wall by taking this completely hands-off approach... basically telling me, "you know more about this than I do, you decide." It happens every single time we deal with finances or anything involving the IRS or government paperwork. I'll spend days, even weeks, crunching numbers and weighing every possible option, yet I get absolutely zero help making the final call. 😠
Now, the burden has fallen squarely on my shoulders to engineer the perfect financial plan for our childcare costs.
On top of that, I'm trying to talk him into letting me go to the specialist for those follow-up appointments over the summer (assuming the doctor can fit me in), mostly because I simply cannot stomach driving around in this blistering heat—plus, we'll be dealing with a much tighter budget. And his response? Of course, it's just, "well, if you think we can afford it, then fine"... honestly...

Morgan Kern61 said:My female coworkers and friends are really starting to get on my nerves with comments like this:

"Wait, you're still working?!" — I've been at it for months now. I'm 27 weeks along, and I have a desk job; it's not like I'm out in the fields or hauling heavy sacks of potatoes...

"Why haven't you gone on maternity leave yet?" — Well, I haven't even dealt with morning sickness, so...

"You should just rest, you'll need the energy".... I suppose I should just sleep all day to build up a reserve for when the baby actually arrives.

And then there are those who already have kids and give me that "it's such a beautiful thing" nonsense. It’s exhausting.

Add to that the fact that I can barely turn over in bed at night,

and my already low tolerance for stupidity is becoming non-existent.😂

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I'm dealing with the exact same thing. I'm over 32 weeks along and still clocking in every day...
It feels like everyone around me finds it more exhausting that I'm working than I actually do. Honestly, just let me be. 🙄
I know exactly how you feel... they constantly ask why I'm still working. Because I need the paycheck, obviously! Why else would anyone work? 🙄 🙄

Absolute madness—I am staring down yet another error 503... I have literally been trying to submit this exact same post five times now.

It honestly drives me crazy when people start pregnancy discussions with "Well, my grandma used to..." or "Our ancestors didn't have..." as if that somehow proves a point about health.

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coastalowl212 said:It honestly drives me crazy when people start pregnancy discussions with "Well, my grandma used to..." or "Our ancestors didn't have..." as if that somehow proves a point about health.

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It doesn't even have to be a grandmother. I hear people talking about their mothers-in-law having two healthy sons, too.
Maybe I should just stay quiet.

Jason Lee2 said:It doesn't even have to be a grandmother. I hear people talking about their mothers-in-law having two healthy sons, too.
Maybe I should just stay quiet.

What really gets under my skin is when people use those broad generalizations like, "our grandmas used to..." 🙄

I mean, let's just ignore the last 60 years of progress—and setbacks—for a second... 🙄

My mother-in-law is actually great about this stuff—she’ll literally say, "Look, I did some things, but I didn't do others because I was young or just didn't know any better, and there wasn't anyone around to teach me."

I still haven't gotten over what she said last time. My hips are absolutely wrecked from an 80cm pelvis, and after standing on my feet all day at work, I'm practically in tears from the pain. Instead of helping, she starts lecturing me about how "it's all in my head," bragging about how she was out gardening during her pregnancy and eating nothing but charcoal before giving birth. I just tuned her out. I can barely even sit down in my sixth week because my hips and pelvis hurt so much. A little empathy would go a long way; we aren't all built out of solid steel.

Jason Lee2 said:I still haven't gotten over what she said last time. My hips are absolutely wrecked from an 80cm pelvis, and after standing on my feet all day at work, I'm practically in tears from the pain. Instead of helping, she starts lecturing me about how "it's all in my head," bragging about how she was out gardening during her pregnancy and eating nothing but charcoal before giving birth. I just tuned her out. I can barely even sit down in my sixth week because my hips and pelvis hurt so much. A little empathy would go a long way; we aren't all built out of solid steel.

Yeah, my father-in-law told me the exact same thing while I was losing my mind vomiting multiple times a day—that it was "all in my head" and I just had to decide to stop doing it. :2up:

coastalowl212 said:Yeah, my father-in-law told me the exact same thing while I was losing my mind vomiting multiple times a day—that it was "all in my head" and I just had to decide to stop doing it. :2up:

I honestly can't decide what's more irritating: listening to a man lecture me—someone who will never deal with morning sickness, stretch marks, swollen ankles, or getting kicked in the kidneys by a baby, let alone actually giving birth—or hearing it from another woman. You’d think women would at least have a shred of empathy.
It's funny how people don't know what they're talking about until they've lived it. I've heard the most condescending comments about debilitating period cramps from other women who probably didn't even realize how lucky they were to avoid them in the first place.

People claiming there's nothing going on "in my head"—trust me, there’s absolutely nothing up there. 😠
Just had my own biological father blow up at me again—the guy actually left me alone for a couple of months, and then suddenly he pops back up today wanting us to be close or whatever. Seriously, just BACK OFF already... 😠
Where the hell have you been for the last 20 years?

Jason Lee2 said:I honestly can't decide what's more irritating: listening to a man lecture me—someone who will never deal with morning sickness, stretch marks, swollen ankles, or getting kicked in the kidneys by a baby, let alone actually giving birth—or hearing it from another woman. You’d think women would at least have a shred of empathy.
It's funny how people don't know what they're talking about until they've lived it. I've heard the most condescending comments about debilitating period cramps from other women who probably didn't even realize how lucky they were to avoid them in the first place.

My father-in-law thinks he's the smartest man in the universe—so naturally, he thinks he’s a total pro on pregnancy, too! 😂

It seems like there are plenty of women who just can't wrap their heads around the fact that everyone's experience is different. It drives me crazy when my girlfriends try to tell me what my doctor is going to say during my ultrasound or which week we'll see certain things. Honestly, why pay a specialist when I can just buy them a coffee and get all my questions answered? 🙄
One friend was actually shocked that I wasn't craving soda, because apparently *every* pregnant woman drinks it—which was pretty funny considering plain water was already making me feel like I needed to burp constantly. 😵

I’m pretty worked up right now, but let's be real—I need an objective opinion here. The last time he reached out, this was my response (transcribing from my saved texts):
"Look, if we’re going to meet up, there are only two ways this goes. One: we meet once and that's it—which seems totally pointless to me. Two: this is the start of something real where we actually build a relationship—and let me be crystal clear, that isn't happening. You have your family, I have mine, and my entire life is already set. I’m not interested in playing some weird game. Just because we share some DNA doesn't make you my father, and it’s certainly not a reason to force this. I’m sorry you’re heading to the hospital—but honestly, anyone would feel bad about that—but as a father? I just don't see you that way. So, meeting up is off the table. Please stop bothering me; being pregnant, I really don't need this stress right now."
Now, tell me straight: would a sane person even bother replying after sending something like that?
Edit: I mean, I KNOW he’s not sane, but still... 🤦
Edit2: Just to be clear, he's perfectly healthy—he's just talking nonsense about hospitals to get a reaction. But even if he were actually sick, I wouldn't care any more than I would for a stranger.

He clearly has no clue who he's actually dealing with 😈
The guy doesn't even know me—hasn't laid eyes on me since my 12th birthday, so yeah—and poor little guy has zero idea what kind of stubborn headache he just walked into ☕
Plus, I’m pretty sure this whole thing is tied to the pregnancy he's breathing down my neck about—he’s basically acting like he’s ready to be a grandpa 😠... Better watch it. 😳

It honestly drives me up the wall when I’m working at the clinic. You get these guys coming in to pick up their lab results, and then the nurse will clearly announce, "Pregnant patients, please head to window three; everyone else, please use window two." Immediately, you’ll have two or three people who suddenly think they’re experts on queue management, stepping right in front of everyone else to cut the line at window three. It's such an unnecessary headache.

It’s the same type of people you see on the subway—those ones who refuse to move an inch even when they see someone struggling with a heavy bag or trying to squeeze through a crowded car. They see you're stuck, they see you can't get past, and yet they won't budge for anything in this world.