The Lady Doth Protest Too Much

I rarely talk about my pet peeves on the blog. Not that I don't have any but who wants to read about all the things that bother me? I don't but this particular peeve has been on my mind for a while and I figured once I blogged about it, I could let it go.


People in general like to complain and some do it more than others and even better than others. I worked with a woman, who was divorced and absolutely bitter. When I met her she was in year like 14 of being divorced. And yet complained about everything. I nicknamed her Grouchy because you rarely could make her smile. She used vulgar language (in the office) and yet because the company I worked for was too scared to fire her, she stayed in her position. Granted, she was good at what she did, she just wasn't great at interacting with others.

I don't get people like this, instead of spending so much energy being angry and bitter, why not channel it into something good? Her co-workers where happy when they pulled into the parking lot and her car was NOT there. She didn't have many friends and truth be told you didn't want to get close to her, as she sucked your positive energy into her negative one.

Then there are the ones that complain about working and money. They work and work and work and never seem to be able to get ahead. And then you realize that they work so they can keep up with hobbies or vacations or keep their kids latest gadget obsession on track.

All these things are more important then their sanity. So day in and day out they complain about having to work or how much they work or how many jobs they have. It's never-ending. And if you try to tell them that maybe if they downsized or took one less vacation or had a cheaper hobby...you are the crazy one. Never mind that they are driving YOU crazy with the complaining. You just want to tell them to get over it, if they want things, they will be working until they have a foot in the grave.

These are the same folks that don't take care of their health, complain about the healthcare system and yet they have a brand new >insert expensive, latest IT thing here>. They can't be bothered to save their lives but they sure know where to find the latest and greatest.

I am not saying that people should just keep things to themselves complaining is part of our nature. We do it to vent, we do it to feel like part of the crowd. And we ALL do it. I just wonder if certain people put as much effort into being positive as they did to complain what they could accomplish?


How about you? Know any perpetual complainers? Ever told someone to stop complaining?

Weebles Wobble and Don't Fall Down.

Here I am at 28 weeks or 7 months, however you like to figure it. Which means I only have 13 weeks left. Where has the time gone???

Tomorrow I have my glucose test for gestational diabetes...please pray that I pass. I love sweets but my cravings have not been as bad as they have in the past. Seems like baby likes his sweets in moderation. This is a start, right?

In the last two days baby boy has been moving A LOT and ALL DAY. I wake up and he's moving, jabbing or hiccupping. I go to work and he's still doing one of the three. I take a break and hello, mommy still jabbing away. And here I was worried that I would not be able to feel anything, ha! Apparently I got the next top world gymnast in my belly preparing to take the world by storm!

We've sold the convertible and now are on the search for a family friendly car...one that IS NOT a minivan. I may eventually turn into a soccer mom, but I don't think I need the minivan to fulfill those shoes.

Sleeping has become a bit of a chore. I can't seem to get comfortable and when I do it's either time to pee or time to roll over because of a sore hip. I can have pillows between my knees and in my back and nothing helps. But at least I don't wake up tired, so I must be getting some good sleep and not realize it.

I was talking to a friend the other day and we got onto the topic of the amount of pregnant women that complain about their pregnancy. I have to admit that I have had it pretty easy since we found out. I have not been sick and while my tummy can sometimes get in the way, I can't really complain. I'm carrying life inside of me and that is stupendous. And not every gets to experience that. I am not saying that women shouldn't complain, but sometimes you hear the stories and it seems one mom is trying to outdo another in the "I had it so bad" category. Of course some do have it bad, but sometimes it feels like people aren't happy unless they can complain. Maybe that's just me.