OctoMom Loathes Being Pregnant
When lawyers represent mostly accident victims, we call them ambulance chasers. What about a shrink who only wants to talk to screwed up people who get lots of media coverage? We need a name for them. Oh wait — there is one. Dr. Phil.
Yes, the man that Oprah unleashed on the world is at it again. This time he’s chatting with Nadya Suleman. You know. The OctoMom! Where ya been, people? This is the only important news story in the world right now. Pay attention.
Here’s a little video to whet your appetite:
Doesn’t she sound like a delusional ‘American Idol’ contestant? It’s not that you’re single. It’s that you’re single, intentionally had TONS of babies, and have no way to support them. It’s irresponsible. How much time could you possibly be spending with any of your kids, the six you already had or the octuplets, if you’re always out doing interviews?
This quote was the one that got me:
When Dr. Phil asked her if she was addicted to being pregnant, Nadya responding [sic] saying, no, she absolutely loathes being pregnant and she looked into adoption after her third pregnancy.
She LOATHES being pregnant. So
I’m 5 feet tall, so 10 extra pounds on me looks like 30 on everyone else. I was happy I was pregnant, but only really enjoyed the second trimester of each pregnancy. The first trimester I was tired and achy and had to visit the doctor all the time. The third I was huge and had a hard time getting around. I did love the movement of the baby in my belly, seeing the baby via ultrasound and all that.
I have to stand by what I’ve written previously–Octolips is a master and here she EVEN CONNED “DR” PHIL! All she did was just agree with everything “DR” said: “Yah, yes, unhuh, sure”, leading “DR” to boast how he succeeded in getting Noselipjob to admit she was wrong.
And as for the “DR” plea how not helping Naydia paying for her salon nail treatments only harms the innocent kids: DON’T GIVE HER _ANYTHING_ other than to tell her ADOPTION ADOPTION ADOPTION. DON’T FALL for the ruse that the only option is to give Angelinawhomea her mansion etc. to keep the kids from suffering!
I loved being pregnant. It was tiring, uncomfortable and at times a little painful (near the end), but I actually felt better pregnant than I ever do when I’m not pregnant. I guess it was the hormones.
This woman is definitely mentally ill. Why are we prolonging the inevitable? Please take the children away and place them in safe and suitable homes. She needs intense treatment, hospitalization and lots of meds!!
why cant she ever just answer a question flat out?
I know lots of women who haven’t enjoyed being pregnant — including one who stopped after her first child because she found it so unpleasant — but I’m in my 39th week and I have loved it, loved it, loved it. I’m sure that’s because I’ve had an easy pregnancy — no underlying conditions, no swollen ankles, weight gain entirely in the belly, etc. Yeah, the first-trimester fatigue and morning sickness and the third-trimester pelvic pain sucked, but all of that was easily outweighed by the baby kicks alone. And I love my ginormous beautiful bump. I can’t wait to meet my daughter (very soon!), but I do think I’ll miss being knocked up.
I hated being pregnant. I found it annoying and uncomfortable (and abruptly more uncomfortable for the final 12 hours or so, LOL). So, while I peg Nadya as a nut job for a lot of reasons, loathing being pregnant isn’t one of them.
I didn’t loathe it… I did dislike it a lot more than I thought I would. I was raised by a mom who kept saying how it was the best time of her life, and when it happened to me I just went: “Really?” I’m just enjoying it more and more as my son grows up.
But there were definitely priceless moments as well, and I would do it over again.
I loved being pregnant… of course, I was just carrying twins (I can’t believe I just said, “just twins” :-p)… it was tough… I had ridiculous morning (noon and night) sickness for half the pregnancy, and when the TTTS (Twin-to-Twin-Transfusion Syndrome) kicked in, the last month of pregnancy (or at least, what ended up being the last month of pregnancy… they were born 10 weeks early), I had a whole host of other symptoms like having so much blood rushing through me that I could hear it pounding in my ears and my cheeks and lips were stained red. I also had, what turned out to be so much amniotic fluid in my one twin’s sac, I felt like I was carrying around an aquarium :-p But, despite a lot of the physical hardship, it was wonderful… maybe it was the hormones, but a lot of the time, I felt on top of the world. Like everything was right in the world, even if I knew it wasn’t. And I loved waking up in the morning, feeling them kick around in there… even if it felt like an octopus was in there, since there were eight limbs in all :-p
However, whether I liked it or hated it, it really has no bearing on my decision to have another child. I would like to have one more, but it’s because I’d like to have another baby, not just because I want to be pregnant again. That would be ridiculous… pregnancy last 9 months (maybe)… the children that result from that pregnancy last a lifetime….
I will say that, like everybody, I think it was horribly irresponsible to have all those children without having a way to support them. However, I actually do at least semi-understand (even if I don’t agree with) her view that, if she hadn’t had those last 6 embryos implanted, they would have been destroyed… and that would have been wrong (again, I don’t agree with the view, but I do understand it). Of course, she could have donated those embryos to other parents who were unable to conceive, which is what I would have done. Although, I do understand that she didn’t like that idea because she didn’t like the idea of other people raising her children. The problem is, that’s going to happen anyway… somebody, whether it’s the government, corporate sponsors, and other people that might give her money and/or other support, are the ones who will be taking care of her children, not her.
yes. i loathed it at times. lots of times. The baby kicking was the high point, except when he kicked me in the ribs every time i laid down for 4 months.