Caribbean Nesties
Dear Community,
Our tech team has launched updates to The Nest today. As a result of these updates, members of the Nest Community will need to change their password in order to continue participating in the community. In addition, The Nest community member's avatars will be replaced with generic default avatars. If you wish to revert to your original avatar, you will need to re-upload it via The Nest.
If you have questions about this, please email help@theknot.com.
Thank you.
Note: This only affects The Nest's community members and will not affect members on The Bump or The Knot.
Our tech team has launched updates to The Nest today. As a result of these updates, members of the Nest Community will need to change their password in order to continue participating in the community. In addition, The Nest community member's avatars will be replaced with generic default avatars. If you wish to revert to your original avatar, you will need to re-upload it via The Nest.
If you have questions about this, please email help@theknot.com.
Thank you.
Note: This only affects The Nest's community members and will not affect members on The Bump or The Knot.
I'm too vulnerable to post personal things over there
Like, I have been crying lately whenever I see homeless people. It makes me think that they are someone's kid and I think of Ryker and how devestating it would be if that was him one day.
WTF is wrong with me?!
Re: I'm too vulnerable to post personal things over there
Oh, and no exaggeration either. Like, I have had tears. Not full on ugly crying, but still.
after I had J, I was the same way! and it never went away!
how weird.
Why can't you post this over there? don't be a puss flap.
What? That's not normal post-baby-birthing stuff, is it? Because I already cry enough over stupid shiit. I'm going to have to buy stock in Kleenex if having a kid will make me cry more.
Winger -- you're a pansy. Stop being such a crybaby. Is the crybaby gonna cry? Quit yer bellyachin'.
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
I have always been a big crybaby. I cry when I'm happy, I cry when I'm sad, I cry when I'm frustrated or angry or overwhelmed or extremely relieved. Really, any extreme emotion and the waterworks start. It's really embarrassing.
My big emotional problem these days is that I worry about Miles like ALL THE TIME. Fortunately, I don't act on my crazy worry wart ways, but they still lurk in my mind. Two days ago, Miles hit his head on the tile floor (occupational hazzard of crawling, I guess) and got a red bump on his forehead. After screaming for a minute, he was totally fine and back to crawling around, but I spent the evening secretly worrying that he may have sustained a brain injury.
I'm not sure if I'm more cry-y since Connor was born, but I think that I'm more aware of my hormonal tendencies now at least.
Also, things definitely make me all teary that didn't before because I put into context of my little stinker and how I'd do anything to keep him from hurting like that.
Don't cry Winger. My dad always said "that's what drugs will get you." Whenever we saw a homeless person. Thats why I never did drugs.
I miss this place but between work and knowing that no one reads any of my post because I am so boring, I never come around anymore. Infact I could write a fricken paragraph right now and be perfectly ok, because no one would read it anyways. Fricken sweet.
Dawg, I read your posts. That's baloney.
Also, I used to cry regularly before kids. I was an emotional puddle. Now, I hardly cry at all. Becoming a mother made me stoic. It's super odd.
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
Guess I should stop stiff-arming Maggie when she goes in for a hug, eh?
It's like birthing a baby took all the extraneous unnecessary tears out with it.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
Couldn't have put it better.
Maybe I don't have a heightened sense of smell, but I've never smelled any vagina on my pants. -- TSD
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I'm not a parent, but thus far, the only change I've noticed is that when on planes, my annoyance at screaming babies is now tinged with dread and axiety because of the likelihood that I will soon be in the parents' shoes.