People think the most asinine shit is appropriate to talk about when you’re pregnant. Over-stepping is still over-stepping, please don’t ask me whether or not I’m planning to breastfeed, don’t ask me questions about my vagina, don’t touch my stomach without asking, and don’t pass your negative judgement on the names we pick out, unless I ask for your opinion. Like, I totally get if we’re close, but the most random fucking people get so intrusive. Look at it this way: if you don’t know my middle name, you don’t need to be asking about my body. Sorry?
Starting to majorly stress about my baby registry, and about my boyfriend’s grandparents, who we’re told have bought us quite a bit already, but every time I check my registry, nothing’s been purchased.
This gets to me so badly, particularly because his grandparents have a lot of money, and know that they have that over us and everyone in his family, and have been known to “help” his sister out financially or materially, in order to gain more control over and input into her and her children’s lives.
Combine that fact with the fact that after researching and considering for weeks what we’d put on our registry, and then taking the time to physically go to the store and do it - and for there to just be nothing bought - it stresses me out. Because I’m afraid they’re trying to gain the upper hand already, and ESPECIALLY because they’re very religious and have already kind of sucked in one of their grandchildren very early in life and have already had her baptized at 8.
This makes me so anxious. I have absolutely no problem with religion, beliefs, spirituality, I know what I believe and what Josh believes, and I have no problem with it. HOWEVER, it feels a little forceful to try to pull such a young kid into practicing religion, especially when you take into account that this girl has come from dysfunction a lot of her life and was probably scared and confused and anxious and that his grandparents could have taken advantage of that.
Also not to mention that, while being relatively nice (to your face), I’ve always felt weird vibes of disapproval from them. Like when my boyfriend and I went through our weird period of a “break,” they supposedly got really angry and disapproving because I’m pregnant and we weren’t going to be together.
So, am I grateful for help? ABSOLUTELY. But what is “help,” really, if you’re not considering the feelings of who you’re helping? If someone wants to help somebody else, shouldn’t they ask how they can help, because your version of being helpful is making me very anxious.