WS, I'm going through a similar struggle myself - whether my 10-yr gift will be a very pretty blue topaz ring or a drill (also pretty, in its own way).

Also yay, askye! You sound so great!

Dang, my 10 year gift was piece of parchment that said I'd been there 10 years.

Do I want the the tension mounted black diamond ring or the cordless drill/driver?

This is hilarious.

billytea, why are you teaching your newborn infant to ride a bicycle? That seems reckless, no? Also, correction: Ryan is not six years old; he is six months old.

askye, I'm glad to read you're doing better. Best wishes to you.

I do. Many who had such perfect, easy pregnancies. It was the best time of their lives, blah, blah, blah. Or at least that is what they like to post on facebook or tell people after the fact. I have a distant relative at the moment who is constantly posting pictures of all this fabulous food she's eating with the hashtag pregnancy problems. Meanwhile, I keep reminding anyone who is still listening of the list of foods I would like brought to me in the hospital after ltc arrives.

The lovely sj, all I wanted, my whole life, is to be a mother. I expected to love, but ended up hating pregnancy. I didn't have the challenges you've had, but my pregnancies were far from the best times of my life. Most of that was due to my (then undiagnosed) anxiety, but not all of it.

I had implantation bleeding with my first. I had increasing "morning" sickness with my second, and nearly all day sickness with my third. I lost weight with #2, because of bronchitis (for which I was still on antibiotics, when she was born). I had to have a glucose challenge test with #3, because the normal gestational diabetes test came back wrong (sorry, Buffy).

I think, on Facebook, the issue isn't so much that people are trying to "sanitize" their lives, so much as they're just trying to be positive. I wish I could have been the sort of woman who reveled in her much-wanted pregnancies, but the truth is, they were trying enough, that even though all three of my babies were wanted and planned for, they cemented in my mind that gestation should always be a woman's choice. I wouldn't have gone through what I went through, for anyone other than the three wonderful people who still make my days.

I don't want to get all, "It gets better," but mostly it does, except for when it gets harder. Here's the thing, though, it does get more rewarding.

I'm so sorry this has been so hard on you. When is ltc due? (Am I wrong for wishing your baby's board name was #ltp -- as in, I'm a little teapot, short and stout, here is my handle...?) Regardless, take it easy, mama. You're doing a great job, growing a human.

Teppy? Why can't you drive on Ativan? What is your dosage? Does it just hit you too hard, or is it doctor's orders? I was cautioned about driving while taking Ativan, until I knew how it hit me, but once I realized how it hit me, I drove (with doctor's consent) on my 0.5mg dosage.

Also, I'm really sorry for all your travels. I know how draining that could be.

And yes, it is frigging weird that I just pop in twice a year, but I've been thinking about all of you, especially today, during which it seems poor Joss was hassled off of Twitter, apparently for some Avengers: Age Of Ultron sins which I cannot yet judge, because I haven't seen the film.

People online can be so mean, yo, but not you people -- never you people.

Teppy? Why can't you drive on Ativan? What is your dosage? Does it just hit you too hard, or is it doctor's orders? I was cautioned about driving while taking Ativan, until I knew how it hit me, but once I realized how it hit me, I drove (with doctor's consent) on my 0.5mg dosage.

Cindy! Your pixels do my heart so much good. Truly.

I'm on 0.5 mg, and it affects me kind of unevenly. Like, I'm fine and just mellow for a couple of hours, and *then* I feel kind of...not hallucinations; more like my visual perspective is distorted. I didn't want to drive like that (on top of maybe 5 hours sleep the night before; I was afraid the Ativan would hit me like an anvil).

Also, I'm really sorry for all your travels. I know how draining that could be.

They were super close together, but neither of those trips were things I had any control over. I would have sacrificed a kidney before I'd miss my brother's graduation, and the work trip was important, too. Just bad timing.

I've missed you, Cindy. How are you?

Thanks, Cindy. That means a lot. I think most of my issues are boiling down to my anxiety too. I could handle everything else a lot better if I weren't so damn anxious. ltc is due August 17th, but I am having a csection which will likely be scheduled the week before. Also have I mentioned that. Every time someone tells me I am doing a good job I cry? I want to believe them.

Every time someone tells me I am doing a good job I cry? I want to believe them.

You're making a person! That = good job. I mean, damn. A whole new person!

I feel so sorry for Duchess Kate, her pregnancies have been so hard on her, and that's her primary job! Yeah, she loves the man (I hope, Will's mother was not well-informed of what was going to happen) which she'd have to, to sign up for the position, but she's got the continuation of a millennia-old tradition on her womb. I hope she's done, with one-and-a-spare. Let Harry find someone that makes him happy and fill out the rest of the bench.

Every time someone tells me I am doing a good job I cry? I want to believe them.

You are! Does your OB/GYN offer any kind of concurrent counselling? I would think that's something offered to parents-to-be all over.

For me, I absolutely cannot drive on Ativan. Even if I'm fully rested and "okay", I'm just too mellow, dude. (Also, hi Cindy!)

No, I have to find my own therapist which so far has been ridiculously hard. Also, I miss Ativan. I haven't taken it since I started trying to get pregnant several years ago. I definitely can't drive on it; usually I need to nap after taking it.

No, I have to find my own therapist which so far has been ridiculously hard.

Oh, that is awful and extra stress you do not need. I'm sorry.