u/Pale_Improvement_662

Hello! Honestly, I have no idea who I can talk to about this, so I'm hoping other pregnant women might understand where I'm coming from.

I found out I was pregnant last April, and I'm currently 29 weeks pregnant with our first baby. I'm 25 years old and legally single. I live with my parents, and my partner and I had an agreement that he would move in with me at least two months before my due date. Unfortunately, due to financial circumstances on his end, he's unable to afford the commute from my house to his workplace. Right now, his mom gives him free rides to and from work, so he doesn't have to spend money on transportation.

He was supposed to move in this weekend, but he decided to postpone it to September 5 instead.

I want to be as understanding as possible because it's not like he has control over his financial situation. But at the same time, I hate that I've spent almost 80% of this pregnancy without him.

He didn't get to experience our son's first ultrasound, heartbeat, first flutter, first kick, or the first visible movements on my belly. He missed all of those little firsts. And it hurts knowing that we won't ever get to experience those moments together for the first time again. If we're blessed with a second baby a few years from now, he'll be experiencing those things for the first time then—but I will have already experienced them with our first.

He's been supportive when it comes to my appointments, and I appreciate that. But I can't help feeling like I'm going through this pregnancy alone. I'm grateful to have my mom supporting me, but it's not the same. My partner—the father of the baby I'm carrying—is barely here.

I've always struggled with feeling lonely, even before becoming pregnant, but I feel it more intensely now.

Am I crazy for feeling this way? Am I being selfish for wanting my partner here and feeling hurt that I'm experiencing so much of this pregnancy without him?

Hello! Honestly, I have no idea who I can talk to about this, so I'm hoping other pregnant women might understand where I'm coming from.

I found out I was pregnant last April, and I'm currently 29 weeks pregnant with our first baby. I'm 25 years old and legally single. I live with my parents, and my partner and I had an agreement that he would move in with me at least two months before my due date. Unfortunately, due to financial circumstances on his end, he's unable to afford the commute from my house to his workplace. Right now, his mom gives him free rides to and from work, so he doesn't have to spend money on transportation.

He was supposed to move in this weekend, but he decided to postpone it to September 5 instead.

I want to be as understanding as possible because it's not like he has control over his financial situation. But at the same time, I hate that I've spent almost 80% of this pregnancy without him.

He didn't get to experience our son's first ultrasound, heartbeat, first flutter, first kick, or the first visible movements on my belly. He missed all of those little firsts. And it hurts knowing that we won't ever get to experience those moments together for the first time again. If we're blessed with a second baby a few years from now, he'll be experiencing those things for the first time then—but I will have already experienced them with our first.

He's been supportive when it comes to my appointments, and I appreciate that. But I can't help feeling like I'm going through this pregnancy alone. I'm grateful to have my mom supporting me, but it's not the same. My partner—the father of the baby I'm carrying—is barely here.

I've always struggled with feeling lonely, even before becoming pregnant, but I feel it more intensely now.

Am I crazy for feeling this way? Am I being selfish for wanting my partner here and feeling hurt that I'm experiencing so much of this pregnancy without him?

Hello everyone!

I'm a first-time mommy due this October, and I was hoping to ask if anyone knows whether Parañaque Doctors Hospital offers a maternity package that allows you to stay in a private room during labor.

From what I understand, their standard maternity package includes the use of the Labor Room, Delivery Room, and Recovery Room. As far as I know, this means I'd be in the labor room with other moms who are also in labor.

I don't have any issues with that setup at all, but since this is my first pregnancy, I was hoping there might be an option to labor in a private room with my partner and my mom by my side. I think it would make me feel much more comfortable and at ease during the experience.

I'd really love to give birth at Parañaque Doctors Hospital since that's where my OB practices. My OB is also affiliated with Asian Hospital, but unfortunately that's well beyond our budget.

If anyone has delivered at PDH recently or has any information or advice about this, I'd be so grateful to hear about your experience.

Thank you so much in advance! 🤍

Ever since I can remember, I've always felt like the person chosen last—or not chosen at all.

Throughout school, I was often excluded, bullied, or betrayed by people I considered friends. Every time a new chapter began, I convinced myself things would be different.

Elementary school will be better.

High school will be different.

College will be where I finally belong.

But somehow, the story always seemed to repeat itself.

The year would start out fine. I'd do my best to blend in, adapt to other people's personalities, and make myself someone they would want around. I would put in extra effort to comfort others, support them, and show up whenever they needed someone.

Yet somehow, I always ended up being the one left out.

No matter how much I gave to the people I cared about, I rarely felt that same effort returned. Looking back, I'm beginning to understand the difference between genuinely caring for someone and caring for someone because you're afraid of being excluded.

After graduating college, I made a promise to myself: stop giving so much of yourself away.

Then came my first job.

I broke that promise almost immediately.

I thought my judgment of people had improved. I thought I had learned from my experiences. But before long, I found myself pouring my energy into relationships that barely seemed to notice. I gave so much of myself to others that I had very little left for myself.

Now, in my second job, I find myself facing the same pattern.

I'm more reserved than I used to be, but I still share more of myself than I probably should. And today, as I sit alone at my desk typing this, the rest of my colleagues are gathered together in the conference room.

No invitation.

Just like there was no invitation to the lunches, restaurant trips, and conversations that seem to happen without me.

Maybe that's why this hurts more than it should.

Because it doesn't feel like one moment.

It feels like every moment.

Every lunch table I wasn't invited to.

Every friendship circle I never quite fit into.

Every time I convinced myself that this group would be different.

After a while, you start asking difficult questions.

Is it me?

If the same thing keeps happening throughout your life, isn't it natural to wonder if you're the common denominator?

For years, I blamed other people. I blamed the bullies, the backstabbers, the cliques, and the people who made me feel invisible.

But lately, I've started wondering if perhaps I've been wrong.

Maybe the problem has been me all along.

I don't have an answer to that question.

What I do know is that feeling left out for long enough can make you question your worth. It can make you wonder whether you're too much, not enough, or somehow different in ways that everyone else can see but you can't.

Maybe someone reading this has felt the same way.

Maybe you've sat in a room full of people and still felt alone.

Maybe you've watched friendships happen around you while wondering what everyone else seems to understand about belonging.

And maybe you're asking yourself the same question I am.

Is it me?

I don't know the answer yet.

But if you've ever felt like the odd one out, at least know this:

You're not the only one asking.