If she starts moon-walking and singing “We are the Champions” in class I think you politely tell her that you are happy for her but things have started to become too much and the LOSERS!! hand gesture was uncalled for.
Ah yes, the Sharon Tate Gambit.*
*Yes, I know the Manson Family didn’t actually make off with the Tate baby. But Susan Atkins wanted to, so close enough.
That made me picture Ms. Gloaty doing a little cheer: “Who had beans blown up her muff? It’s me, it’s me…”
Is anyone else hearing this to the tune of “Camptown Races”?
Well, I am now.
The level that is considered safe is around a couple cups of coffee. There is no reason whatsoever to worry about the amount of caffeine in the occasional chocolate treat (and especially to forbid people from bringing chocolate) except for being a very high maintenance person.
OK…that’s just…ugh…
Fucking sweet jesus on a stick, I am so utterly sick of “The Cult of the Child”. Some yuppie decides to pop out a sprog and expects a lifetime of adoration and accomodation from the rest of the world. Having a child is YOUR choice, good luck with it, sorry your budding career as a travel agent was cut short. But the rest of us aren’t bleeping out our bad words, drinking out of a paper bag, or padding the corners of our furniture for the benefit of your overprotected little science project and proxy-reliving-of-childhood.
Man, I enjoyed pitting the pregnant lady, can we pit Labrador puppies next?
Isn’t there some type of class leader or facilitator? If you are uncomfortable confronting this wench–who may NOT stay pregnant, but perhaps that thought has not occurred to her–tell the in charge person that you and others are being made uncomfortable by her shenanigans.
I, too, am tired of the idolatry of the fertile. And I have no fertility issues–just sick of the whole attention whore complex that seems to come with maternity clothes.
You know, I feel really guilty about this*, but a tiny part of me hopes she miscarries in a stroke of poetic justice. Yes, yes, I know it’s horrible and don’t really want it to happen, but still.
*Of course, I’m Catholic so I’m used to feeling guilty anyway.
Is it wrong for my to laugh so much?
She’s being a bitch.
Those goddamn puppies.
They…
they…
they’re really fucking cute.
I got nothin’.
Hey now, I don’t wish a miscarriage on anyone, but how preggers is she? Alot of pregnancies are lost in the 1st 12 weeks. Most couples try to keep their happy news to themselves for at least a few weeks–perhaps because it might be prudent, and also, announcing it right away makes the pregnancy seem to last forever.
She’s being an attention whore in a really hurtful way. She needs slapping, perhaps with a fish.
Take comfort in the fact that her kid may have colic. Heh.
Well, again, I’m not wishing a miscarriage either. I just can’t shake this tiny part of me that would be less than sympathetic to her if it happened.
This was my response too.
If the person leading the class has half a brain, he or she should already have made clear to the self-important slag that her behaviour was inappropriate.
Does the fact that she is now pregnant and will prospectively have to care for a newborn baby and an adopted child at once make her less likely to be placed with an adopted child?
Which you would realise in completely irrelevant had you actually read the thread. Since, as I previously stated in this very thread, chocolate does not contain caffeine.
And yes, the dose for caffeine leading to an increased chance of fetal death is >=300mg, orabout 3 cups of coffee.
A more comprehensive study is here. This study concludes; ‘the adjusted hazard ratios for fetal death associated with coffee consumption of 1/2-3, 4-7, and > or =8 cups of coffee per day were 1.03, 1.33, and 1.59, respectively.’
Your feelings are appropriate for you and I suppose that her feelings are appropriate too. But she really is being insensitive. Don’t speak for others, though, unless they have asked you to.
Otto: actually, to nitpick, Susan Atkins was told to cut out Sharon’s baby, but they were in a big hurry to get out of there and didn’t.
I had a workmate once whose cousin actually did that to some pregnant woman a few years back: killed her, cut out the baby, stole it, and claimed it as her own. It was the sensation of the week, and this woman I worked with used to boast about her vicarious familial connection with notoriety: she even provided newspaper clippings. Weird, weird chick.
On a related note sparked by duffer, at what stage of a pregnancy does voicing a secret hope that a woman miscarries constitute “wishing death upon someone”?