Thanks very much. I actually try to talk about it a lot because (1) it helps me process and (2) I’m constantly hearing from others who suffered silently and felt comforted when they realized it was ok to talk about. With the pain of the loss itself, feeling isolated and ashamed is just so much more than anyone should…

I have had two vaginal births and abdominal surgery to remove a burst Fallopian tube. I would rather have 10 more vaginal births than have my abdomen cut open again. Everything sucked and they didn’t have to cut open my uterus as well. No laughing, sneezing, coughing, bending, twisting, poop straining, pee straining,…

See, your MIL is so weird. You gave birth! By c-section! That is one way that babies get here. There should be no judgement about it by anyone who is not you.

I was born by emergency c-section, as was my daughter, and I’m certainly not coming for you :) My MIL (who home birthed five kids) pities me because I didn’t “get to give birth”. There was a fetus inside me, then there was a baby outside me: I call that birth. On the other hand, I know women who had planned c-sections…

Haha, perfect song!

The fact that they stated that their logo is a cat shape due to the “bodega cat meme” shows you just how out of touch these douchebros are. It’s not a meme. It’s a real fucking thing that exists in the world. There are cats in bodegas. They provide rodent control. And are also cute.

I have not had a c section but did witness a close friend recover from one. Couple that with people being real jerks about her having a c section, I’m gonna venture that she was making a joke about something that was said to her and it really hurt her feelings.

Yeah, this doesn’t seem worth getting upset about.

I think a little context here for why women would be irate about that c-section comment is needed. A *lot* of women feel like they “failed” by having a c-section. It wasn’t in their birth plan, it might not have been their choice, it was the result of baby not flipping or labor not progressing, etc. As women, we’re…

OMFG - maybe it was a lazy choice for HER?? I honestly don’t see the issue with her comments at all. Seriously. Does anyone actually read this and think that she talks about ALL the c sections ever done? Because to me it reads pretty clearly as a personal experience. And why not?

The laziest thing SHE has ever done.

I still don’t know if I am a millennial. I was born in ‘83. Literally every article I read that states the years of millennials has different years (some say anyone born after ‘80, after ‘85, after ‘89, etc.). What am I?!

Cause we can’t afford houses with yards?

I spent four years living with my grandparents (partly to help them out because they live half the year on the other side of the country and partly because they offered it to me rent free) and during that time I spent a majority of my free time tending to their indoor plants whenever they went out of time. I HATED…

I have a nice assortment of succulents I arranged myself. My husband is a big tree guy so we have like 20 different fruiting trees in our yard. Let’s hope the currently fruiting lemon tree survives Irma!

I’m a Gen Xer. I like a nice lush lawn to kick kids off of.

I prefer utilitarian plants. I have a bell pepper plant, two sage, two basil (one sweet, one Genovese) and a cilantro growing right now and I use them all on a near daily basis. Well, all except the bell pepper plant, because it’s decided that it won’t be fruiting this year. Still nice to have the foliage either way.

Plants have been important to people for three whole years?! Not more like the entire existence of our species? I’m glad journalists are clearing this up for us.

Holy shit I am for the first time in my life on trend. That’s deeply upsetting. (But I love my plants! They really class up the joint.)

I got laid off six years ago and moved in with my parents and one of the things I ended up doing was watering the plants in their yard every night after dinner and eventually got an ivy plant for my room. It sounds stupid, but it gave me something to do and a small sense of purpose in the wake of job loss.