After owning a cat that transformed from 'adorable kitten' to 'cat from hell' I will never, ever ever own another cat. This thing shit all over my house (the tub, the laundry pile, etc...), vomited on everything I loved (including two laptops--try explaining that one at the genius bar), peed on a gorgeous rug I saved for months to buy (had to toss it), and would wake me up at two hour intervals throughout the night wanting attention. King sized mattress: ruined (pee), curtains, couch, laptop, television: ruined (vomit). I spent thousands on vet bills and trying to help this cat not to mention the cost of fixing/replacing what was ruined. So next time you see that adorable widdle kitten sadly looking at you with Sarah McLachlan music in the background and decide to adopt, just destroy everything in your house so you can do it before they get the chance.
Yeah, I'm with you. Between that and sending clients cheesecake photos because they asked what color underwear she wore (link probably NSFW [cache.dealbreaker.com] this woman is not exactly changing an industry already known for sexism. If she were able to achieve these things sans offers of body shots I'd be a lot more impressed. There's a lot of women working hard in finance who don't want to get ahead because they're women (and thus, fuckable), they want to get ahead because they're smart, work hard and deserve it. And most of them unfortunately will never get a a quarter of the recognition heaped on Lynn Hilton. I applaud her effort at job creation, but does she need to be the Dov Charney of Wall Street to make that happen?
I think doctors tell people that to downplay any worries which is really the wrong thing to do in my book. At minimum, take 800 mgs of advil/motrin. Don't be scared to ask for xanax or anything else even if they tell you that you won't need it. I wish I had and regret not being pushier about their insistence that I power through what was a really painful experience.
I'm worried that might be the case - what I'm experiencing, while VERY UNPLEASANT, isn't outside of the norms of what they tell you to expect if you've never had a child. I'm trying to not be a baby about the cramping but it's so much sharper than the dull, prolonged cramps I used to get and really difficult to deal with.
I got a copper IUD about a month ago and I'm not going to lie - it's pretty miserable. I never had cramping. I have cramping all the time now, even when I don't have my period. Sex sometimes hurts and even if it's just in my head, sometimes I'm convinced I can "feel" it. I spot frequently. The insertion made me scream and cry so loudly other patients looked at me with horror when I finally made it back to the waiting room, sobbing. I can't do hormonal birth control but I'm not sure I'd do this all over again. It's not fun.
I'm definitely going to call my doctor immediately and ask for a sonogram because, after reading people's experiences below, this doesn't seem normal or right. But one was not offered during insertion and I didn't know to ask.
Of course, your milage with all of the above may vary.
Or better yet, release their hell spawn armed with organic pudding cups while mom breast feeds non stop and complains loudly about her Jamaican nanny. That was enough to make me stop going to PS coffee shops.
I'm sure the people at 200 Fifth (the only "urban" bar in the vicinity) would be all for this - they must be tired of looking at the same 75 flat screen TVs non stop.
The only time I went to a Jamba Juice I was pretty horrified. The food they offered looked gross and didn't understand why people would think downing a huge cup full of sugar (hey, fruit is still sugar) was somehow "healthy". Most people there weren't treating it as a meal replacement. It was a snack, and a really highly caloric one at that.
How fantastically rude of you. I'm assuming you paid the extra $2.25 for that seat? I'm glad your comfort and "wide stance" takes precedence about everybody else's trip.