The huge amount of pressure on young girls to let their boyfriends get away with everything and not to stand up for themselves, lest they stop being a ‘chill girlfriend’ and instead become a horrible, controlling harpy is such bullshit.
Stop teaching young girls that demanding to be treated with respect and courtesy makes them shrill, over-emotional, or unworthy of listening to.
mysunshineandlittlerain the water makes your muscles relax so depending on what state you were in before that either means it’ll speed labour up (say if you were tense before) or slow it, but if it does slow it it’s minimal amount of time and it’s actually a good thing because that’s exactly what makes water births so good at preventing tears. They were basically saying they care more about them not wasting their own time than about me having the labour I want.
“You dreaming bout baby?”
“You dreaming bout baby, baby come out your belly soon”
If you want me to call me as soon as I think I’m in labour, maybe you shouldn’t have told me that you will absolutely have to give me internals to find out if I actually am in labour.
That’s a great way of making me conveniently forget to call you.
And telling me you want to make sure it’s not too early for me to get in the pool in case it slows things down doesn’t help your case either. I want to be comfortable and minimise tearing risk, not have a fast labour for your convenience.
So err.. Andrew says he didn’t pack our sex toys. Looks like his mum now knows a bit too much about our sex life.
Expensive toilet paper that is thicker but not any softer or even just nicer than cheap thin paper should be banned
when someone says something so wrong that really pisses you off but you don’t wanna start an argument so you just sit there like
It’s so frustrating when you’re like the only person who can see how evil and sneaky someone is and everyone else is like blind to it
Also, this happened yesterday. I want to bleach everything.
Andrew: Mum, the dresser is outside because we have to clean mildew off it, don’t take it in
Andrew’s mum: *proceeds to rub the mildew with her hand*
Andrew and I: Don’t touch it!
Andrew’s mum: Sure it doesn’t look too bad, does it? *wipes hand on her trousers and keeps unloading stuff from the trailer*
We’re at the inlaws and Robert was just given two different meds with a syringe, they don’t even know what for but they’re just doing what his mum told them. I casually asked what it was and they didn’t give me an answer.
There’s literally nothing wrong with him.
The only thing I can think of is that it was paracetamol and ibuprofen, which you’re not supposed to give a child at the same time. He doesn’t have a cough so it wouldn’t have been cough syrup.
They’re now putting him to sleep.
Mind you, these are the people who weren’t at all worried when they accidentally made Robert overdose on paracetamol and he slept for over 12 hours straight in the middle of the day.
Why am I even here, Jesus Christ.