WHAT.

Also, it’s not like there’s a full body scan for people entering. It’s a swinging door. If someone was going to rape me in a bathroom I don’t think a little lady-in-a-dress sign is going to be the rule that they follow.

Oh hell no. A slimy bro-dude is still a slimy bro-dude, even with smart glasses and nerdy hair.

We had a very similar experience. Let people know early the first time, miscarried and then kept it a secret until about 15 weeks.

Definitely possible, we were trying to I was checking pretty much every day as soon as I could so we found out very early too.

No, you are definitely right. When it was me who was mostly responsible for getting her in and out of clothes (and when there wasn’t any real urgency to make sure she used the toilet before dressing her) it didn’t seem like it would be a big deal.

A friend posted about a dream catcher she bought over the weekend which, as far as I can tell aren’t made by an aboriginal person (canada). They are lovely to look at. Pretty pastel colours, lace and ribbon instead of more traditional materials etc.

Frig, I wish I had read this last weekend. I was firmly in the “no bikinis on toddlers” camp until I read this and I bought her a one piece.

Is hallmark making “sorry I killed your daughter” cards now?

I thought the space looked gorgeous! I was especially fond of the hanging jars/candles.

When my daughter came out, the nurse went to get her a little hat and when she returned I shouted at her to “find another colour, my kid’s first piece of clothing won’t be pink”. She came back with peach and we took this photo very shortly thereafter. She has her mom’s surly face.

Wowza!

Even with this, I’m still having a hard time

my story is pretty much the same - except at 13. It was awful. Hugs to you.

Frig, I was 13 weeks and they sent me home with nary a kind word or a tylenol.

It’s because a) it’s one of those things that the internet latched onto to hate and spread the whole group of people with the same brush (similar to how people talk about those who do crossfit) and b) no one ever has a great story to tell about a perfectly pleasant, normal interaction. They only ever tell stories…

I read that and thought “woah, if that shit is worse down there I’m scared” because yes, blech. Gross.

I feel like there’s been a shift in allowing parents (specifically mothers) to allow themselves to admit out loud that sometimes it is REALLY friggen hard, instead of pretending everything is always sunshine. I think we’re seeing more of it in media because it’s become a trend in feeling liberated. We’re allowed to…

I started to read it yesterday on xojane and gave up half way through because it was dumb, and now - here I am, wading through it AGAIN.

me either - I’m sure I’m not alone, but when reading it I (selfishly) thought about my own life and family and what it would be like if our daughter lost one of us so suddenly and frig, man, it’s a hard pill to swallow.