She could have had a version, like I did and still delivered vaginally. That's how we feel superior to this experience.

Comfy enough if you can even afford to get your feet into them, yet outwardly repulsive.

I'm just marveling at how her pregnant bod looks just like mine after the Mexican restaurant.

Haha! I would always rather hang with the staff!

Resorts are downright weird. I've never stayed in one that I personally paid for. But I def understand the convenience factor of them. It sounds like you were able to get out enough to experience and enjoy the island. I'm sure it's something that you'll really cherish forever!

As someone who backpacked Europe and a bit of Africa for two years straight, living out of an actual, normally sized backpack, I feel you so hard on this. When I travel I actually want to be immersed in the culture as much as possible. I would definitely take your version of the trip over the sanitized, Disney…

Totally. I just got majorly sidetracked once I read the Bora Bora St. Regis was part of the package. I could give two craps about the rest of the silly package.

That sounds ah-mazing! I've stayed in various resorts over the years and would overall agree with your sentiment re: staying on the main island. But then again, it is super nice to get the butler experience (Why, yes, I would love a hand muddled mojito and could you draw me a hot bath while your at it?) and also…

The Marquesas! True travel porn to me. I have done a ton of traveling but unfortunately never made to that extremely remote corner of the world. So jealous!

I totally agree. Screw the wedding, I'll take the honeymoon instead.

Have you seen the Bora Bora St. Regis? Seriously a dream vacation of mine.

Right? I wasn't even told in advance. They were only there for the actual version and left as soon as it was over. I was still kinda peeved, though I could tell they were all super impressed.

I just made a similar comment upthread, but ... I had a successful version, which is where the doc turns a breech baby externally. My ex almost fainted, but not before exclaiming that it looked like Alien. I couldn't see a thing, and was hooked up with the epidural, so I was chill as hell.

I'm sorry, momma! I did not poop while pushing, which to this day I consider my one saving bit of dignity in childbirth. I spent months youtubing birth videos and accepting the fact that I would shit myself in a room full of people.

I am so lucky that I don't regret motherhood, but I feel like I intrinsically understand these mothers' paradox. Before getting pregnant, I was set that I would never want a child, that my future plans would never include one, that motherhood was antithetic to my vision of myself. I found myself pregnant and four…

Don't worry, they'll always have WalMart - no one else wants it. As for Costco, I think they ever had it since their politics are off, like they actually pay workers a living wage. The horror!

Ack! Take the Annie's snack packs out of the ad. They were just acquired by General Mills and I'm still not over it. #toosoon

Oh, god! The breasts! I so feel your pain on that one. Ugh.

For reals, you know something is awry when self-gratifying isn't entirely pleasurable. To each her own, I guess.

I'm in the same boat. It doesn't bother my dude at all, in fact he may be kinda into it. But I am the one who would simply rather not - all that mess, washing the towel and, if your aren't careful or are flowing a little heavy, then washing the sheets, not mention washing yourselves afterwards. Ugh. It just feels…