Jacob Phillips4
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joined Feb 2014
This belongs in the "what surprised me" section of the thread...
Yesterday, I attended my first prenatal class under the impression that I would be engaging in something productive, 🤣 such as breathing exercises or similar techniques one typically sees portrayed in movies. 🙂 Upon arrival, however, I was met with quite a reality check. 😁 We were ushered into a room filled with harps, where about fifteen women gathered like they were at a small-town town hall meeting, and the midwife began chatting with the unbridled enthusiasm of someone posting on an internet forum, only in person. Two hours passed in that manner. To be fair, I did learn a few useful things and had a decent laugh, so all was well. What truly struck me, however, was how incredibly diverse we all were. Physically speaking, there were women who clearly carried significant extra weight prior to pregnancy, which seemed to exacerbate certain unhealthy trends; meanwhile, the woman sitting next to me—exceptionally young, charming, and remarkably slender, likely weighing no more than 130 pounds at 27 weeks—informed me she was expecting twins. I found myself wondering where the extra space was being held, but having been educated by this forum, I simply told her she was lucky and that her bump looked wonderful (to ensure she didn't spiral into thinking it was too small; proportionally to her frame, it was quite large, though she appeared to have almost nothing else on her).
The individual who truly stunned me was the woman seated on my other side. She appeared to be in her late thirties, also quite thin, and proceeded to recount her entire life story to me in brief summary. She expressed an intense aversion to her mother-in-law coming to help, to which I offered the suggestion that perhaps her husband could explain the boundaries to his mother. She replied, quite bluntly, that her husband does not speak to his mother, followed by a detailed explanation of why. While I hesitate to pry into such private matters, I believe context is necessary for you to understand (and it isn't as if she shared this in confidence): she suffers from muscular atrophy, and lost her first pregnancy due to fetal deformities. When her mother-in-law insisted that the loss was a "sin," her husband ceased communication with his mother entirely. After suffering a second miscarriage, she finally succeeded with IVF on her third attempt, as she could no longer risk using her own genetic material. I was somewhat taken aback by such an immediate outpouring of intimacy from a stranger, so I merely noted, "It is wonderful that the IVF worked so quickly," in an attempt to pivot toward a more positive topic.
After the session concluded, we all stepped outside, and this woman—who had just walked out of a hospital setting—immediately lit up a cigarette.
I am genuinely at a loss; I have never smoked, and while I realize some people find it impossible to quit, I find it baffling that someone who underwent IVF following two miscarriages would feel compelled to smoke immediately. Naturally, I said nothing beyond a polite "see you at the next class," but I was left utterly stunned.