I live in converted ore worker family housing. My block was built in 1920. I don’t even have hookups in my unit. Some of the 3-bedrooms have either washer/dryers included, or hookups so you can put your own in, but I live in a 2-bedroom and it’s tiny, so there’s not even the option.

Plus, cloth diapers have a high start-up cost. I’m going to try cloth diapers for my upcoming baby, and the only reason I can even remotely afford it is that I have several friends who have gifted me the diapers and inserts they used with their children, who are now out of diapers.

He runs out of the frame, then a few seconds later comes back into view holding the child while the cashier is calling 911. Someone above posted a longer version of the video.

Haha...my mom always told me not to get married until age 30. Well, I got to 30, still had no real interest in marriage, skipped that whole step, and went straight to the “have a baby” step. Couldn’t be happier. (And to her credit, she’s given me zero shit about being single and pregnant. But it just makes me laugh.)

Yup. My ex-partner has basically put his life (not to mention his career) on hold to care for his elderly mother, who has gone blind, had hip replacements, etc. He lives with her, drives her to appointments, shops for her, gets her medicine, etc. There are family dynamics at play as well, of course, but he hasn’t…

FER PETE’S SAKE! He’s fleeing the interview!

A list of some of the shit that has happened to me online (Note: none of this happened while playing any type of game):

I spent the first few weeks of my (unplanned, Pill-failure) pregnancy working at a Girl Scout camp. I wasn’t drinking or dropping acid, but I was scaling 35 foot climbing walls and ziplining and other reckless daredevil activities. (Seriously, we taught knife-throwing as an optional activity.)

Also, isn’t that completely disgusting? I’m almost 33 weeks and the thought of microwaving turkey makes me want to hurl. I’ve had my share of turkey sandwiches during this pregnancy, anyway.

I did have an actual psychotic break but it was due to severe alcohol withdrawal. I have never been so scared in my entire fucking life.

It fucked me up too. I was dating a man who had narcolepsy and I would steal his Adderall. I loved it...until I ended up in a psych ward, severely malnourished and close to a psychotic break. That stuff is no joke, at least it wasn’t for me.

I’ve never been prouder of myself than when I tested for my blue belt in my karate class. We had an odd number of candidates, and I got paired up with my 6'2", 200lb male instructor. (I’m a 5'3" and 135lb woman.) He did NOT take it easy on me, and when I passed the examination, I was like “DAMN! I can do this!”

WHAT. I have that doll. I don’t think I’d sell her either, but DAMN.

I saved up for Molly when I was about 7 (so circa 1990). My family was upper middle class, but I remember saving *forever* to buy that doll, because my mom made me.

My ex accidentally flew from California to DC with a little bag of weed in his shirt pocket. He didn’t realize it until he got back home. Whoops. I doubt they looked too hard at him, since he’s a 50-something white guy computer geek.

I have TWO of those. I refer to them as my “magic tube”s. I’m wearing one right now. They are amazing.

I’m 27 weeks and the only actual maternity items I’ve bought have been from Old Navy. I’m slightly butchish and have a very casual workplace, so at first I just bought some men’s clothes from Target and clomped about happily...but I’ve mostly outgrown those. I got a couple of pairs of maternity pants, a few super…

I’m a woman and I use men’s public bathrooms on a fairly regular basis. Usually it’s the “two identical one-toilet bathrooms” situation, but just a couple days ago I was at Walmart and the women’s room was being cleaned but the men’s was open. Walked in, locked the stall, pissed, left.

Oh god, don’t even get me started. I’m 7 months pregnant with a girl and if anyone gives me any of those weird headband garter flower poofy things, I will promptly donate it. Or just hurl it out the window. My kid is going to wear blue and pink and red and orange and purple and overalls and dresses and whatever she…

I am terrified this will happen to me. I have belly button Issues. So far so good, but I’ve got 14 weeks to go and I’m worried about it.