Now it may seem somewhat ironic or even hypocritical of a so-called blogger (I use it loosely) to be annoyed about getting unwanted opinions but in my defence, I don’t hound down followers, make them follow me, read my blog and watch my stories. I’m here if you want to ask or listen but it’s totally your choice.


Whereas people, not just people, but some total strangers are giving out very personal and definite opinions about my life without me asking for those opinions in any way is a whole other ball game! Here are some of the things people say that makes me want to scream! 


1. When are you due? And how old is he?…….Wow, you are brave!


2. Omg, look at the state of you, you are HUGE.



3. There were 16 months between my two boys and it was horrific, just to warn you.


4. You know, there’s actually an awful lot of sugar in fruit (judgy face).


5. Wow, you are HUGE for 20 weeks.


6. Oh, you are definitely having a very big baby.


7. You look great but that baby is going to be massive.


8. How old will Ned be when the baby arrives……oh right, well done you I guess, I waited the three years.


And this week’s winner by a mile:

9. Ned is going to be totally heartbroken when the baby arrives, just totally heartbroken. You should prepare yourself, he might punish you.


So to summarise,  I’m an obese, uneducated, neglectful mother and I’ve done the one thing every parent strives to prevent, break their son's heart! If someone wants to mention something about where I’m going wrong in my marriage in the following days I think we’ll have pretty much everything covered.


Why do we value our own opinions so highly that we think we must absolutely share them. Why are we so certain our opinions are true and why oh why don’t adults learn to filter or perhaps have an ounce of sensitivity about what they are saying! There’s not one statement up there I don’t fear being true every day, every week, all the bloody time.


All I do, like any mother, is try and get things right. Try! So I’d like to go to the playground or sit in a waiting room or meet friends without being told, hinted or reminded that all my efforts still aren’t getting it all right, the margin of error is still plain for all to see.


Yep, there were tears -  not blubbering hysterics or anything (I’ll save them for when someone important actually gives me an opinion I care about) but there was some sensitive, I’m-pregnant-and-exhausted welling up for sure!


What insensitive things get on your goat? I'd love to hear your comments. 


Friends call me Dee I'm a mother, a wife, I'm pregnant, I'm a blogger, a content creator, an amateur photographer, a nurse and a behavior analyst. As you can see like most mums i wear many hats and I am many things! I love writing and capturing our lives through a lens. I enjoy sharing my life and building a supportive community of mums you can find me here and

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