What were your biggest pregnancy surprises and pet peeves?

slybadger99 said:well, that doesn't really comfort me 🤣 because my libido is through the roof right now 🤣

are you kidding me?

and then I wake up feeling totally worked up 😂😂

Well, just go for it then. ☕ Who cares what the doctor thinks?🤷

Honestly, all I find annoying is when certain friends or moms call me up just to lecture me or recount their own motherhood experiences... I find the whole thing incredibly dull. ☕

Instead of actually entertaining me with lighthearted topics, they just drone on about postpartum recovery, breastfeeding, baby gear, or what kind of extracurriculars their kids are doing. It’s just 🙄... I really can't deal with it.

ironjackal20 said:Honestly, all I find annoying is when certain friends or moms call me up just to lecture me or recount their own motherhood experiences... I find the whole thing incredibly dull. ☕

Instead of actually entertaining me with lighthearted topics, they just drone on about postpartum recovery, breastfeeding, baby gear, or what kind of extracurriculars their kids are doing. It’s just 🙄... I really can't deal with it.

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It's kind of funny how everyone acts like they're such experts while we're all just total beginners.

Apparently, I’m not the only one listening to people who love starting sentences with "just you wait..."—I was at a birthday party yesterday and someone actually said: "Just you wait until the kid arrives, then you won't have such a clean house anymore." Like, okay? So what, I should just turn into a total slob and live in a pigsty?🙂🙂🙂🙂

Morgan Kim2 said:Apparently, I’m not the only one listening to people who love starting sentences with "just you wait..."—I was at a birthday party yesterday and someone actually said: "Just you wait until the kid arrives, then you won't have such a clean house anymore." Like, okay? So what, I should just turn into a total slob and live in a pigsty?🙂🙂🙂🙂

Everyone told me I would change drastically during my pregnancy, but honestly, I just became even more cheerful and positive, despite some tough diagnoses and being put on strict bed rest.
I can't wait to meet our little guy and teach him about the world. I'm not afraid of anything, and I know that my partner and I are going to have an even better, more meaningful life together.

Morgan Kim2 said:Apparently, I’m not the only one listening to people who love starting sentences with "just you wait..."—I was at a birthday party yesterday and someone actually said: "Just you wait until the kid arrives, then you won't have such a clean house anymore." Like, okay? So what, I should just turn into a total slob and live in a pigsty?🙂🙂🙂🙂

I hear this all the time, too. 🙄 Look, my husband is a total slob, so my house stays just as clean as it did before him—it’s just that I have to work five times harder to maintain it than I did when I was single. That's a completely different ballgame. It really just comes down to willpower. If you don't feel like cleaning, the house won't be clean; there's no deep philosophy involved here. Some moms will sit there sipping coffee and chatting on their iPhone while the baby naps, and others will be busy mopping the floors. It's simply a matter of choice and priorities. ☕

People told me the exact same thing—that having one kid is fine and another will be on the way soon, all while the house stays spotless. Honestly, I think calling it anything other than pure laziness is just wishful thinking.

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Lawrence Doyle3 said:People told me the exact same thing—that having one kid is fine and another will be on the way soon, all while the house stays spotless. Honestly, I think calling it anything other than pure laziness is just wishful thinking.

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And jealousy...

Lawrence Doyle3 said:People told me the exact same thing—that having one kid is fine and another will be on the way soon, all while the house stays spotless. Honestly, I think calling it anything other than pure laziness is just wishful thinking.

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I think it really comes down to priorities. I like things clean, but I’m not a slave to housework. For me, making sure meals are freshly cooked every day is much more important. A lot of my friends spend all their time cleaning instead of cooking—one friend has three kids who eat at daycare, so her place is dust-free, but that's it. Another spends her whole morning cleaning, then cooks, then cleans again, and ends up totally stressed because she can't even get out for a walk with her toddler.

I'm more the type to cook a great meal for my kid, go for a healthy walk, and then clean the house later if I actually feel like doing it.

Look, I love a clean house, but I’m definitely not one of those people who lives to scrub floors. We set things up right when we moved in—I told everyone straight up: no dust collectors, no knick-knacks, no figurines. If it just sits there gathering grime, it’s going straight to the attic... My absolute favorite thing in the whole house? My cordless vacuum. Fifi actually gave it a nickname because I’m constantly roaming around with it... it only takes a few minutes. I tidy up every single day, but I don't spend more than an hour on it—honestly, I’d probably spend that much time anyway once my little one gets home...

ironjackal20 said:Well, just go for it then. ☕ Who cares what the doctor thinks?🤷

Oh, please, there’s no way... you would never be able to live with yourself if something happened just because I couldn't control my own impulses.

I'd much rather just complain 🤣

Morgan Kim2 and I have that cordless vacuum, and honestly, it’s easily the best thing we bought when we moved in. 🙂
It works perfectly every single day. 😁

Morgan Kim2 said:Look, I love a clean house, but I’m definitely not one of those people who lives to scrub floors. We set things up right when we moved in—I told everyone straight up: no dust collectors, no knick-knacks, no figurines. If it just sits there gathering grime, it’s going straight to the attic... My absolute favorite thing in the whole house? My cordless vacuum. Fifi actually gave it a nickname because I’m constantly roaming around with it... it only takes a few minutes. I tidy up every single day, but I don't spend more than an hour on it—honestly, I’d probably spend that much time anyway once my little one gets home...

Exactly. If you put in thirty to sixty minutes of maintenance every single day, your place shouldn't look like a disaster zone. A friend of mine has a one-year-old and also babysits another infant—all squeezed into a tiny 500-square-foot apartment with her mother. Every time I visit, whether it's 10 AM or 6 PM, the floors are a sticky mess—juice, crumbs, God knows what else. Look, I get that you're managing two kids, but there is no excuse for the floor to be that filthy by evening after one child has left, especially with two adults present... it's laziness, plain and simple. 🤷 And then she has the nerve to tell me, "You'll see." Well, I guess we'll see. ☕

Jerry Bailey47 said:Exactly. If you put in thirty to sixty minutes of maintenance every single day, your place shouldn't look like a disaster zone. A friend of mine has a one-year-old and also babysits another infant—all squeezed into a tiny 500-square-foot apartment with her mother. Every time I visit, whether it's 10 AM or 6 PM, the floors are a sticky mess—juice, crumbs, God knows what else. Look, I get that you're managing two kids, but there is no excuse for the floor to be that filthy by evening after one child has left, especially with two adults present... it's laziness, plain and simple. 🤷 And then she has the nerve to tell me, "You'll see." Well, I guess we'll see. ☕

It's the same with another friend of mine; her place is always a wreck, whether I call ahead or just show up for a weekend stay. I have never once walked into her place and found it remotely organized. Even my husband commented on it, and he’s really not the type to nitpick stuff like that.
As for everyone saying they'll deal with tidying up later—it works the opposite way for me. Honestly, things are cleaner and more orderly now than they ever were when it was just the two of us. Back then, it was always, "I'll do it later," or "Let me just rest first." Now, with a toddler nearly two years old, you can't leave things for later because something is bound to pop up. Plus, there's no more sleeping in on weekends (though man, do I miss that). By 9 AM, the beds are made, breakfast is done, the dishes are washed, the dust is wiped, the floors are vacuumed, and the laundry is sorted. The day is already moving. Before 9 AM? I wouldn't have even been out of bed. It comes down to priorities... I won't claim everything is sparkling or perfect every second, but it certainly isn't a disaster zone.

To stick with the theme of family drama: it drives me crazy how my mother-in-law managed to turn me into such a neurotic mess. I literally grabbed a scale and started weighing our laundry just to prove to myself that she was running half-empty loads while I was being perfectly reasonable by filling the machine properly without overstuffing it.🙂🙂🙂

I'm honestly just getting worked up at myself 😁 because by every single afternoon, I feel like I’ve got three pounds of lead sitting in my gut—and that’s after being on my feet for only half an hour! If this is how it feels now, I can't even imagine what's coming later...
And why does it always hit me right in the afternoon?

graniteraven14 said:It's the same with another friend of mine; her place is always a wreck, whether I call ahead or just show up for a weekend stay. I have never once walked into her place and found it remotely organized. Even my husband commented on it, and he’s really not the type to nitpick stuff like that.
As for everyone saying they'll deal with tidying up later—it works the opposite way for me. Honestly, things are cleaner and more orderly now than they ever were when it was just the two of us. Back then, it was always, "I'll do it later," or "Let me just rest first." Now, with a toddler nearly two years old, you can't leave things for later because something is bound to pop up. Plus, there's no more sleeping in on weekends (though man, do I miss that). By 9 AM, the beds are made, breakfast is done, the dishes are washed, the dust is wiped, the floors are vacuumed, and the laundry is sorted. The day is already moving. Before 9 AM? I wouldn't have even been out of bed. It comes down to priorities... I won't claim everything is sparkling or perfect every second, but it certainly isn't a disaster zone.

To stick with the theme of family drama: it drives me crazy how my mother-in-law managed to turn me into such a neurotic mess. I literally grabbed a scale and started weighing our laundry just to prove to myself that she was running half-empty loads while I was being perfectly reasonable by filling the machine properly without overstuffing it.🙂🙂🙂

I think the most important thing is for every new mom to feel comfortable in her own skin and act in whatever way feels best to her. Honestly, I don't care what someone else's house looks like; I'm not walking around checking if people have tidied up or not. Likewise, nobody needs to come to my place to perform an inspection.
I simply don't comment on certain things; I have my own opinions and I keep them to myself. All my friends who keep their homes perfectly tidy—and I don't mean a single dirty pot on the stove, I mean they don't even have any pots out—believe me when I say they don't cook. At the same time, I'm surprised by how I make sure to cook soup or stew and put effort into making a dessert regularly.
I have a dear friend whose place is perfectly organized whenever I visit, but she and her husband pick up takeout from Walmart every single day... I couldn't survive that; after three days, I'd probably end up on an IV drip.

The same goes for gardening; I'm obsessed with it and love it. Anyone who has never even kept a single plant in their house or yard has no idea how much love, attention, and patience it takes to make a garden look like something out of a commercial.

I just want to be happy, and I don't like feeling suffocated or setting impossible goals for myself. My child will always come first... everything else can wait for a while. I don't judge anyone who thinks or acts differently, but I see some people setting their standards so high that they won't be able to reach them for at least five years, wasting themselves on nonsense instead of enjoying their little kids.

Jerry Bailey47 said:Exactly. If you put in thirty to sixty minutes of maintenance every single day, your place shouldn't look like a disaster zone. A friend of mine has a one-year-old and also babysits another infant—all squeezed into a tiny 500-square-foot apartment with her mother. Every time I visit, whether it's 10 AM or 6 PM, the floors are a sticky mess—juice, crumbs, God knows what else. Look, I get that you're managing two kids, but there is no excuse for the floor to be that filthy by evening after one child has left, especially with two adults present... it's laziness, plain and simple. 🤷 And then she has the nerve to tell me, "You'll see." Well, I guess we'll see. ☕

I don't get the whole thing about the two women. Is tidying up somehow hardwired into female DNA while men are exempt?😕

The way people say "wittle baby," "sweetie pie," or "little munchkin" drives me absolutely crazy. I just say "child," but apparently that isn't "motherly" enough.
Also, hearing the word "mommy" used in every single context—at the doctor, at daycare, even on this forum—really bugs me.
It blows my mind how everyone acts shocked when I say I want my child to take my last name. I honestly don't see any reason why a kid should automatically carry the father's name instead of mine.
It really irritates me when women call their moms to come over and clean or cook after they give birth, yet they rarely mention their husbands, boyfriends, or dads helping out. Sure, not everyone can cook, but anyone can wash dishes, vacuum, or run to the grocery store. Everything else is just an excuse.
And it totally gets under my skin when people claim women are more naturally bonded to kids, or that we want them more, or that we're better at changing and bathing them. From where I'm standing, the only difference between me and a guy is that he can't give birth or breastfeed.
P.S. Obviously, I'm excited about my baby and I love them!🙂
Alright, go ahead and tear me apart.

northernseal6 said:I don't get the whole thing about the two women. Is tidying up somehow hardwired into female DNA while men are exempt?😕

The way people say "wittle baby," "sweetie pie," or "little munchkin" drives me absolutely crazy. I just say "child," but apparently that isn't "motherly" enough.
Also, hearing the word "mommy" used in every single context—at the doctor, at daycare, even on this forum—really bugs me.
It blows my mind how everyone acts shocked when I say I want my child to take my last name. I honestly don't see any reason why a kid should automatically carry the father's name instead of mine.
It really irritates me when women call their moms to come over and clean or cook after they give birth, yet they rarely mention their husbands, boyfriends, or dads helping out. Sure, not everyone can cook, but anyone can wash dishes, vacuum, or run to the grocery store. Everything else is just an excuse.
And it totally gets under my skin when people claim women are more naturally bonded to kids, or that we want them more, or that we're better at changing and bathing them. From where I'm standing, the only difference between me and a guy is that he can't give birth or breastfeed.
P.S. Obviously, I'm excited about my baby and I love them!🙂
Alright, go ahead and tear me apart.

Well, let's both get crucified then, because I agree with every single word, especially the bolded parts.😁

Every time I scroll through Facebook, I see hundreds of photo albums titled things like "My Little Gold," "My Silver," "My Little Champ," or some other ridiculous pet name... 🙂

northernseal6 said:I don't get the whole thing about the two women. Is tidying up somehow hardwired into female DNA while men are exempt?😕

The way people say "wittle baby," "sweetie pie," or "little munchkin" drives me absolutely crazy. I just say "child," but apparently that isn't "motherly" enough.
Also, hearing the word "mommy" used in every single context—at the doctor, at daycare, even on this forum—really bugs me.
It blows my mind how everyone acts shocked when I say I want my child to take my last name. I honestly don't see any reason why a kid should automatically carry the father's name instead of mine.
It really irritates me when women call their moms to come over and clean or cook after they give birth, yet they rarely mention their husbands, boyfriends, or dads helping out. Sure, not everyone can cook, but anyone can wash dishes, vacuum, or run to the grocery store. Everything else is just an excuse.
And it totally gets under my skin when people claim women are more naturally bonded to kids, or that we want them more, or that we're better at changing and bathing them. From where I'm standing, the only difference between me and a guy is that he can't give birth or breastfeed.
P.S. Obviously, I'm excited about my baby and I love them!🙂
Alright, go ahead and tear me apart.

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Of everything you listed, what really gets under my skin is the whole "Mom [Last Name]" thing—you know, when people address you at the doctor's office or anywhere else by calling you "Mom" instead of using your actual name? It just feels... off. I have a name, after all; feel free to just call me Mrs. [Last Name] if you must!

As for the moms and grandmas who step up to help out—I am 100% on board with that. I’ll take help from anyone I can, and I don't see anything wrong with it at all. 😁
Why should my partner and I be completely wiped out from exhaustion if grandparents, aunts, or anyone else is willing to lend a hand? 🤷

jadejackal said:🤣
Of everything you listed, what really gets under my skin is the whole "Mom [Last Name]" thing—you know, when people address you at the doctor's office or anywhere else by calling you "Mom" instead of using your actual name? It just feels... off. I have a name, after all; feel free to just call me Mrs. [Last Name] if you must!

As for the moms and grandmas who step up to help out—I am 100% on board with that. I’ll take help from anyone I can, and I don't see anything wrong with it at all. 😁
Why should my partner and I be completely wiped out from exhaustion if grandparents, aunts, or anyone else is willing to lend a hand? 🤷

Look, I don't mind if someone's mom helps out, I just don't get why the dads never show up to help. Unless they're stuck in a wheelchair, I guess? 😉