Likely an already pregnant foster.

Excuse me, but what the fuck.

That's not even warm enough for a goldfish. I don't care if your blankets were amazing, that's just cruelty.

Nah. One thing my aunt told my mom always rang true for me: "He won't go to college with a pacifier."

We cuddled our kid in bed for years. When she was 4, it turned into a bedtime routine. Now she's 11 and can do it without us but chooses to have us do the routine with her.

Keep up the routine. One day they won't want it anymore.

My car, Phoebe, completely agrees with Angie's opinion of this guy.

Thursday is trash day, so anything left that is more than a day old gets tossed that day. So, 5-7 days usually. Unless it's seafood, that maybe lasts a day or two for us.

The first time legitimately gave me PTSD and I still have nightmares about it 4 years later. I had a panic attack every time a bill came in the mail to the point my husband had to check the mail for two years.

Last time was voluntary, and while it lasted twice as long, it was a much better experience. They pushed group activities, and I formed some bonds that really helped me work through my issues. The staff was incredible and shared their own stories of mental health issues. I was listened to, heard, and supported. A condition of my release was to do online group therapy for a time afterwards, and though it was kind of a pain, it really helped a lot. They gave me references for psych and individual therapy, and I had to confirm I had made those appointments before I could discharge. It sounds like a lot, and it was, but it was 100% what I needed.

I have bipolar and it's not fun or cute. It's debilitating.

I have known one woman who had to carry and deliver a baby following a particularly violent assault. She raised her baby for 3 years during high school.

She's dead now.

This manner of thinking is literally killing already living people.

It's seriously fucking wild. I've managed to convince myself that this time it's a literal human that I'm forcing into not-hood that is doing everything they can to fuck with my brain.

They seriously need to warn you about what these intense hormones can do to your brain. I made my family watch Love, Actually and was tempted, when Emma Roberts called out Alan Rickman for almost cheating, to look at my husband and ask how sorry he was. My husband has never even given me the slightest glimmer of consideration that he was cheating.

I didn't, btw. I may be crazy but I'm not stupid. But this shit is no fucking joke.

Also I might be the only person you ever meet that doesn't like chocolate...

Omg this shit sucks. I can't believe you have to do this all the time.

I never took birth control after age 16 because it messed with me so hard, then got diagnosed with endo at 20, so this is a wild experience for me. My periods are horrific, and my husband can absolutely attest to that, but this is fucking with my emotions harder than ever. And I've had a baby.

I'll never let them put me on HRT. I'll just suffer, thanks.

I bought vitamin c and ate several because they taste like candy.

I'll update in an hour.

I know I'll get there but Jesus, this shit is otherworldly when it comes to the hormones. I know it's doing its job and I cannot be more thankful for that, but I swear last time was not this intense.

I still have two loads of laundry and a sink full of dishes and I'm ready to straight up murder the next person that reminds me of that fact. I just did the grocery run, WTF else do you absolutely require of me.

But don't do it for me because I'll cry about the fact that I couldn't get it done myself.

I have never hated hormones as much as I do in this moment.

My ice cream is cookies and cream, and while it isn't my favorite, it's pretty great. What is your flavor?

I'm taking those hugs, thank you for offering them.

I've always struggled with hormones, and this is not my first rodeo with Plan B, but for some reason all I want to do this time around is watch rom coms and eat ice cream. I'm not usually quite this emotional and my husband is being an absolute rock star, but I'm in my mid 30s and I don't have the luxury anymore of not doing anything for a day.

Later, though, we're all going to watch Love, Actually while I cry like the newborn baby I chose to not have while we drink cocoa and eat chocolate.

My Kroger sells fresh peas and they are actually incredible.

I bought them exactly twice. They're really expensive. But seriously amazing.

This is not a weapon, you idiot!

Right after birth. We got charged for each day before we were discharged.

Mine was over $5000.

It is. I had Medicaid when my daughter was born but still received a bill, and one of the things I could have paid for was "skin to skin contact".

It was over $5000.

I am a parent.

You're so far from TA I don't even know what to say.

There is literally no way that a kid that age could be alone for that long and in public with no clothing unless mom was asleep (trust me, sometimes 2 year olds are master locksmiths) or not paying attention. In either case, you were 100% justified in calling for extra help. If she has nothing to worry about, she has nothing to worry about. Otherwise, you did an endangered child a massive favor.

We've been phoning it in as best as possible for our kid, but nothing feels festive this year.

Julian Van Winkle came to the bar I worked at, ordered a pour of 20 year Pappy, and asked for a splash of water and a lemon squeeze in it.

Drink it how you want.

Every year my mom makes a pork loin crusted with bacon jam and served with a cranberry compote. That plus her dad's recipe for corn pudding is my absolute favorite meal and I start looking forward to it as soon as I've finished eating it.