Whatever Jessity. I know you like IDBB for some reason, but she’s referring to an actual (depending on your views) baby that’s going to actually be her child where as my frustration with infertility (which I venture to say you could never understand until you’ve been there) results in swearing about a creature that doesn’t even exist. All I know is that if she’s making an effort to show us how happy and excited and thrilled she is to be a mom, perhaps she shouldn’t see her child as an upcoming inconvenience.
This thread strikes a cord with some of us more than others, obviously.
Whatever Jessity. I know you like IDBB for some reason, but she’s referring to an actual (depending on your views) baby that’s going to actually be her child where as my frustration with infertility (which I venture to say you could never understand until you’ve been there) results in swearing about a creature that doesn’t even exist. If you think for one minute that when I finally get pregnant I’ll be calling my baby a ‘damn kid’ and bitching that I can’t collect all the Disney Bobbleheads I once wanted, you don’t know me AT. FUCKING. ALL.
All I know is that if she’s making an effort to show us how happy and excited and thrilled she is to be a mom, perhaps she shouldn’t see her child as an upcoming inconvenience.
This thread strikes a cord with some of us more than others, obviously.
Actually, I don’t “like IDBB for some reason”. Please don’t claim to know what or who I like or dislike, when we haven’t had a conversation in quiiiiiiite a while. I just found your wording very … off. And yes, I can certainly say that I don’t know the frustration of infertility. I never did think for a minute that you’d be calling your baby a “damn kid” BUT I think you read WAAAAAAAAAAAAAY to much into it when she said it. I also think it is ridiculous to go about stating who DESERVES a child and who doesn’t.
Just a brief word on the ‘damned kid’ debacle that seems to be one of the thorns in many posters’ sides, how many of you who are mothers will admit to calling their lump a damned whatever during their pregnancies?
I know I certainly did. Every time I got indigestion, it was the ‘damned kid’s’ fault. Every time fetus # 2 decided to play trampolines on my sciatic nerve, he was called a LOT worse than a ‘damned kid’. Fetus # 3 had a different trick where he would kick into my kidneys, causing great pain. Fetus # 4 chose to wake up and get active when I was just dozing off to sleep. By CHRIST did I call him a ‘damned kid’. When I couldn’t fit into my clothes anymore, it was all the doing of TDK’s.
I was too tired to go out and party…blame TDK. I couldn’t enjoy a grilled steak anymore…blame TDK.
It’s all part and parcel of coming to terms with motherhood, and does NOT indicate that the mother is going to be some evil abusive witch who loathes her child. We all say things in jest or frustration that do not become part of our post-birth lives (although they might get reactivated when the kids hit teenagehood!! :D)
So, before you jump on Maven for daring to express such a heinous term as ‘damned kid’, just take a step back and consider that it is a VERY common ‘term of endearment’ for belly-lumps.
Well, I like to think that after waiting thirty one years and two and a half of fertility treatment, I wouldn’t refer to my baby as a ‘lump’ or a ‘damn kid’. I would be in fucking heaven that I’d been blessed with it. But that’s why I said this thread means more to some than others. To each their own.
With all this pony-lovin’ going on, this explains the nature of some of the porn spam I get with farmgirls attending to the, ahem, “needs” of their livestock.
