I can't even begin to express how obnoxious it is to constantly have everyone telling me what I should/shouldn't be doing, how I should/shouldn't be doing it, and why I'm wrong. It doesn't matter that I discuss things with my OB, because apparently once the second line appears on that pregnancy test, everyone you know becomes an expert. Now don't get me wrong, I'm sure there are many valuable things I can learn from people who have been there and done that, but (BUT) that doesn't mean I need to be told what do to all of the time. The thing is, I DON'T CARE what you, your sister, your friend did while they were pregnant. That is not my life, my child, my pregnancy. The only opinions that really matter to me are mine, my husband's, my OB's, and/or any other professional that can give me insight.
In that same way, everyone who is pregnant at the same time with you wants to be pregnancy buddies. They want to compare what's going on with them and what's going on with you...even if it's totally normal for things to be different. Just like opinions, I don't WANT a pregnancy buddy. I already have a pregnancy buddy - s/he is growing up a storm and sucking all of my energy. We're good. We don't want
Now mix all of that with the boatload of hormones I'm dealing with and you'll see my dilemma. Some days I want to break out into a complete sobbing mess. Bring on the tissues because the flood gates are opening. Others days I'm literally thinking of the best way to hide the body from the cops (oh, I've thought of a few good ones). Seriously, I'm going to sell my tips to gangsters for extra money on maternity leave. Most days, though, I'm dreading my next interaction with someone who is going to start with me. I really need to find the best way to tell people that I don't give a crap about what they have to say, and my quota of pregnancy buddies is full. Thankyouverymuch.
Once that happens I'll write a book and be rich forever. Until then, I may very well be plotting your death.
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