I'm not going to lie, reading this shit just solidifies my hatred of going into a restaurant to order food.
#fattie #drivethruforlife
It puzzles me that her confession was posted right after 2 posters admit to not wanting other people watch them get unhealthy food for fear of being judged. I relate with you and with them about this and I'm really surprised at missussbee.
In a thread that started with someone feeling anxious about weight, no less.
I'm very surprised at missussbee. She's typically a nice person from what I've seen her post.
I worked for a local radio station in college, and he was the only person who ever made me starstruck. He was just so tall and smooth with his leopard print coat and leather pants and sunglasses (inside, at night), and no shirt. DAMN.
Lenny: "Heyyy. How you doin'."
Eagles: "Uh, um, hi. Hi." *furious blushing*
Damn. I'd just be a puddle on the floor. And I'd hope he was thirsty enough to lap me right up.
and hugs to jillianashley6 too. I hated that "it's in THE WATER!" phrase bc here I'd be, depressed as fuck that no, my water was not resulting in a damn pregnancy. And it sucked and hurt even more when I started to get lapped. It's really so hard. Love ya girl.
@booby I’ve been there where you are, for a long time and for the same reasons. I LOVE our life with one, and I was so WHAT IF about a potential #2. I still don’t know if we’re making the right decision going for #2 (we’re in an FET cycle right now with ET on Thursday) logistics wise and practically speaking. This may be fucking dumb but we just decided that if this works and #2 happens, we’ll make the most of it and same if it doesn’t happen.
But I do get it, Noah is the only only on our street of like almost 30 kids. He gets so sad and disappointed when it’s time to go inside from playing in the street with everyone and has said “I have no friends at home!!” He calls our dog his sister, and now he calls his junk ass carnival stuffed animal puppy dog his brother. He saves clothes and toys for what he calls “our baby” and fuck if I’m not crying just typing all of this out right now.
So, big huge hugs. Whatever you decide to do will be the right decision. I understand you and sympathize, you’re entitled to all the feelings about this.
this was painful to read. i know you are trying to sympathize with me and i certainly thought it would help to hear some stories of people in similar positions. but it doesn't help. (that's on me, btw, not you! lol). your post breaks my heart. for both of us, i guess. hugs.
I'm sorry you're both struggling. We had trouble having our son and I couldn't go through it again. There are many reasons 1 is a good idea for us but I just couldn't take the disappointment and sadness or the risk that might have come. We're a happy trio and as time goes by I get even happier with our decision. But there was so much uncertainty for a while, even just reading a novel would have me shaking about 'doing the right thing' (something about The Help really shook me for some reason). I hope however both of your families end up brings happiness. And I hate that you have so many hurdles to deal with when it should just be easy and "normal".
The only thing worse than being an asshole to someone like that in public is encouraging your kid to do it with you. What will you say when you get a call from school that he was snickering at a heavy kid for their lunch? I mean, it was funny when it was a really big lady getting coffee, right?
I worked for a local radio station in college, and he was the only person who ever made me starstruck. He was just so tall and smooth with his leopard print coat and leather pants and sunglasses (inside, at night), and no shirt. DAMN.
@booby, big hugs to you. I'm sorry you're going through this. And everyone else for that matter.
We're in the same position...not sure we'd need IVF to get pregnant, but I would definitely need some medical assistance.
There are days where I am just 100% happy with having one child, and where we're at in life, and the fact that we're SO much better financially now, and how another child would completely destroy that.
Then I think that we're robbing Will of having a sibling, but then I wonder how badly it would rock his world to have a squalling little lump of a baby come into his life.
In the end, it comes down to our finances, and my selfishness. I don't want to be pregnant again. I don't want to experience having a newborn again. I don't want to risk having another child with Autism. I like having money and not spending it all on daycare.
Will has a baby cousin (soon to be two!), who he adores. He's never asked for a sibling and hopefully he won't.
I worked for a local radio station in college, and he was the only person who ever made me starstruck. He was just so tall and smooth with his leopard print coat and leather pants and sunglasses (inside, at night), and no shirt. DAMN.
Lenny: "Heyyy. How you doin'."
Eagles: "Uh, um, hi. Hi." *furious blushing*
My jealousy knows no bounds.
Jingle Ball 2000! Which makes me feel old as shit. It's worth noting that Lenny has not changed in 14 years.
I'm not going to lie, reading this shit just solidifies my hatred of going into a restaurant to order food.
#fattie #drivethruforlife
Yeah. I realize these are mainly my issues, but I hate ordering/buying food in front of other people - I feel like I am being judged even if and when I'm not. It sucks hearing and reading confirmation that people really do pay attention for the purpose of getting a laugh.
And here is the thing...it goes to show that we ARE being judged for what we are eating. Grrrrrrr.
I'd wear a blanket scarf; that shit looks amazingly warm.
And my flameful: quit quoting the picture, we know which one you are talking about! (don't mind me, I'm a grump at home with a sick kid and dog, and about a zillion things that need to be done that I cannot get done, because I'm home with a sick kid and dog)
I worked for a local radio station in college, and he was the only person who ever made me starstruck. He was just so tall and smooth with his leopard print coat and leather pants and sunglasses (inside, at night), and no shirt. DAMN.
Lenny: "Heyyy. How you doin'."
Eagles: "Uh, um, hi. Hi." *furious blushing*
My jealousy knows no bounds.
Right? I'm happy just to be seeing this picture over and over again. And he's wearing a blanket. Shirtless? SHIRTLESS???
The only time I really heard anything about my weight while pregnant, I had GD, so they really did not want me or the baby gaining too much weight, which makes sense. But, I think them constantly saying something to you needs to be brought up to someone.
Anecdote that seems timely. In the summer I went for a run outside with my sister, and she was worried that people would see her and laugh at her, or say something (no one did, thankfully).
It's sad, however, that this is even a consideration.
Then I went for a run last night, and I was running past 2 15-ish year old boys. I knew that they would probably talk about me after I ran by, but they did me one better and yelled "RUN" at me as I passed.
This is just a roundabout way to say that no how matter much I hope that people aren't thinking things about me as I exercise or eat in public, they are.
I just chose a daycare for L to get us through the period of time before our chosen center can take her. I'm not 100% thrilled with it but it was the best of all the places I visited. It's an in-home place. The woman seemed very nice, her house was clean and kid-friendly, the other children there seemed well-behaved, happy and clean, and she was the only provider who asked to hold L when we went to interview. A friend just left this woman (because they moved) and their rec was glowing.
But I looked up her facebook and it is full of redneck memes and she cannot spell. Like, at ALL. wrong forms of there/their/they're, loose for lose, etc. this makes me so judge. I keep reminding myself that she will not be educating my child at all, just keeping her happy and alive for four months. :/
It will be okay. We are looking for new daycare too and it's so stressful. I'm sure she will be great with your LO.
My flameful-ish confession: I think I like the blanket scarves. They look sooo cozy. I enjoy rocking the college-age Urban Outfitters look on the weekends.
knx9211 My OB is 35+ and she is absolutely no nonsense. It just depends on the doctor. Be prepared to advocate for yourself no matter who the doctor is or what kind of care you want.
Yeah. I realize these are mainly my issues, but I hate ordering/buying food in front of other people - I feel like I am being judged even if and when I'm not. It sucks hearing and reading confirmation that people really do pay attention for the purpose of getting a laugh.
And here is the thing...it goes to show that we ARE being judged for what we are eating. Grrrrrrr.
I'd wear a blanket scarf; that shit looks amazingly warm.
And my flameful: quit quoting the picture, we know which one you are talking about! (don't mind me, I'm a grump at home with a sick kid and dog, and about a zillion things that need to be done that I cannot get done, because I'm home with a sick kid and dog)
I quoted and posted as soon as I saw his dreamy face. Then saw that every other woman in the world agrees with me.
My flameful-ish confession: I think I like the blanket scarves. They look sooo cozy. I enjoy rocking the college-age Urban Outfitters look on the weekends.
I think you would look better than Lenny Kravitz in one! For some reason, I think you could pull it off, lol.
Sorry guys. I'm too close to shaming territory, I know. Shouldn't have added any details about her size. 7 splendas is silly no matter what your weight--that's what we were really amused by.
Well then, why did you? I can't think of any reason to add details about her size except that you thought it added to the amusement of the story. Like "ooooh, but this wasn't just any lady, no sirree, this was a really big lady."
My flameful-ish confession: I think I like the blanket scarves. They look sooo cozy. I enjoy rocking the college-age Urban Outfitters look on the weekends.
I think you would look better than Lenny Kravitz in one! For some reason, I think you could pull it off, lol.
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Well, I may make it my mission to buy one this weekend so we shall see!
I burst into tears the other day over a pregnancy announcement on facebook. I am blaming the holidays. Big hugs to everyone else struggling with IF right now
I'm always scared someone is going to ask me if I'm pregnant, mostly people I haven't seen recently. I feel like I see them looking at my belly to check:( I want to take pictures of H and I, but I don't bc of weight. So, yeah, this thread has been uplifting.
I carry my weight in my stomach.
I get asked when my baby is due probably on a weekly basis.
I get asked pretty frequently because I carry tub in my stomach area too. Mainly by H's family.