You win. OMG you win.

So, some of you may have little bits of this already.

Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

I had a really problematic pregnancy. When I delivered, I tore. Forward. This is apparently kind of rare, but I split up the middle toward my clitoris. I cannot explain how painful that was.

To add on, can we also please stop assuming that women who don't want to have children don't like kids? I love kids, they're great and I want to work with them professionally, but I don't want to go home to any. It's not at all contradictory.

I would live and die for all three of my children. Each one is precious in my eyes. I also wish I did not become a Dad. I'm not nearly as good at it as I had hoped. I feel like there is no refuge or sanctuary when things get really difficult. The peaceful moments either never happen or are far too short and few. …

That's a really important point. I don't want children and neither does my husband, but I know that I'd love a child I made with him more than I can possibly understand. There's no one in the world I'd rather have children with than him. But I don't want children. It's a nuanced thing, for sure, despite how it's…

The though of having children petrifies me, for a number of reasons, but this one is pretty high on the list. What if I don't enjoy it or regret it? I like my quiet time, solitude and have a very independent nature.

I don't have a problem with it being "not gourmet" — I'm the guy who loves Croissan'wiches, after all — I just have a problem with the fact that, due to the cheapest ingredients possible, Subway sandwiches taste like butthole.

Jesus God, that is horrifying!

Hoodies too? If hoodies went out, I didn't notice.

Especially if the male ob/gyn was hot. I think that would exacerbate my feelings of "I would legitimately rather be dead right now."

That is horrifyingly inappropriate.

For hiking, camping, skiing, and as one of the 4 layers I stick under my outerwear when it gets very cold here, I love them. I have this suuuuuper old lululemon fleece scuba hoodie where the neckline comes up practically over my nose, and the hood comes down to my eyebrows, and it's the best under-layer ever.

so THIS just happened about an hour ago- I swear it's a freakin epidemic!

In the Pacific NW, they're a requirement. You ain't shit if you ain't got at least one fleece.

That depends, is there elastic at the ankle? ;)

They're not embossed; it's a lace overlay. Begone with you!

Finally, yes! Sweatshirts deserve their time in the spotlight!