A mother who was made fun of for having a “big” baby bump won’t succumb to pregnancy stigma.
Eliana Rodriguez, who is now 29 years old, recently gave birth to Sebastian, her second kid. Despite the fact that Rodriguez’s pregnancy and child were both healthy, her larger-than-average stomach drew comments like “You are gigantic,” “You seem to be expecting twins,” and “Have you looked to see if there’s another kid in there?” Rodriguez’s pregnancy and unborn child were both in good health. She must be really uncomfortable.
A huge bump during pregnancy may be a sign of some health problems, but it can also occasionally be perfectly normal and the consequence of the woman’s body expanding. Rodriguez gave the reassurance that she and her toddler are in excellent health.
“I had large pregnancies; both of my children were born weighing 8.3 pounds. My 3-year-old daughter Sofia was 19.5 inches at birth, while my new boy was 20.5 inches.”
Rodriguez acknowledged that she was aware of the curiosity but that she had never been rude in response. My reply is, “Yes, I am huge and it’s hard.”
Rodriguez, a business entrepreneur in Las Vegas, Nevada, who specializes in health and wellness, stated, “I pondered why my tummy was bigger than other girls. My doctors told me it was typical because I am only 4’11” and have a shorter torso.”
Rodriguez started showing up two months ago.
She continued, “I am an open person so I was so delighted that I wanted to share. We had been trying for a second child and hoped for a boy.”.
During her pregnancy, Rodriguez carried a lot of amniotic fluid, which fills the amniotic sac and shields the fetus while allowing it to move.
The Mayo Clinic describes “polyhydramnios” as an excess that happens in 1% to 2% of pregnancies. The majority of cases are unproblematic, despite the fact that it can result in preterm labor.
Rodriguez said that despite having a lot of amniotic fluid, her physicians had determined that she did not have polyhydramnios.
She said, “They measured the baby’s size and the amount of fluids.”
Other causes of excess fluid, according to Chicago, Illinois-based OBGYN Dr. Kiarra King (who did not treat Rodriguez), include maternal diabetes and fetal structural anomalies.
Additionally, polyhydramnios is not the primary reason for a pregnant woman’s larger belly. Due to fetal macrosomia, maternal obesity, or Diastasis Recti, which happens when the abdominal muscles separate during pregnancy after earlier pregnancies, a patient may seem to be further along in the pregnancy than they actually are.
Thankfully, Rodriguez stayed clear of all of these problems.
While dealing with the intrusive questions, Rodriguez emphasized her desire for people to refrain from making pregnancy- and body-shaming remarks. She asserted that women who are experiencing prenatal or postpartum depression may find themselves “in a terrible place” as a result of body image criticism.
Rodriguez said, “I understand that some individuals have less sympathy for others.” She said, “I am a religious woman and I feel so terrible for people who use cruel words.
My Maid of Honor Declined to Wear the Dress I Selected for Her – Her Alternative Outfit at My Wedding Astonished Me
When Jessie’s maid of honor, Emily, showed up in a dress that Jessie didn’t pick, her picture-perfect wedding day took an unexpected turn. Emily’s shocking attire sparked chaos, setting the stage for some sweet payback.
Hey everyone, Jessie here! Two weeks ago, I married the love of my life, Kevin. It should’ve been the happiest day ever, right? Well, thanks to my so-called best friend, let’s just say it became a story for the ages — and not in a good way.
Emily, my supposed best friend, the woman I’d chosen as my maid of honor, managed to steal the spotlight in the most outrageous way possible…
Emily and I have been best friends since we were knee-high to a grasshopper. We practically grew up together.
Now, don’t get me wrong, Emily’s a great friend, supportive and always there for me. But there’s this one tiny, well, not-so-tiny detail about her — she’s a tad competitive.
It started small, you know, harmless races on the playground to see who could reach the swings first. In high school, it was all about grades—who could snag the highest GPA.
Then came college, and suddenly, it was about who could throw the most epic birthday bash. You name it, we “competed” at it. But hey, that was all in good fun, right? Or so I thought.
Despite her win-at-all-costs streak and arrogance, we always managed to stay close. I never really saw it as a competition; I just figured a little healthy rivalry pushed us both to be better.
We navigated life together, from scraped knees on the playground to the corporate jungle of our careers.
And when my boyfriend Kevin popped the question, there was no doubt in my mind who’d be my maid of honor—Emily, obviously.
Planning the wedding was a whirlwind of excitement. I wanted everything perfect, down to the last detail. Romantic elegance was the theme, with soft hues of lavender and blush creating a dreamy spring garden vibe.
The bridesmaids’ dresses were a beautiful shade of lavender, the perfect complement to the whole aesthetic. I mean, I was paying for everything, dresses included, so naturally, I wanted everyone to look stunning and harmonious.
The day of the final fitting arrived, and Emily came over, all smiles and sunshine.
But as soon as she saw the dress I’d picked for her, her smile completely vanished. She held the lavender fabric at arm’s length like it was some kind of contagious disease.
“Uh, Jess,” she mumbled, “I don’t think I can wear this.”
“What? Why not?” I furrowed my brow, completely confused. This was the dress we’d all picked out together, the one everyone agreed on. And it was gorgeous.
“This color just washes me out,” she whined. “I’ll look like a ghost in it.”
Honestly, that was a stretch. The dress would look amazing on her, like it was practically made for her curves. But Emily was never one to back down from an argument, especially when it came to “winning.”
“Come on, Em,” I tried to reassure her, “it’s the same dress everyone else is wearing. You would look beautiful, trust me.”
But she wasn’t having it. She huffed and puffed, making a scene about how unflattering the dress was and how she just couldn’t possibly walk down the aisle looking like a pale ghost.
My patience started to wear thin, but you know how it is with bridesmaids, especially your best friend. You just don’t want any drama, right? So, I caved.
I reluctantly agreed to let her pick out another dress, hoping she’d at least choose something that wouldn’t clash with the whole lavender theme.
Fast forward to the wedding day. Everything was picture-perfect — the flowers, the venue, even the weather cooperated and decided to bless us with a beautiful spring day.
Butterflies danced in my stomach as I stood at the altar, waiting for the music to cue the bridal party entrance. My bridesmaids walked down the aisle one by one, looking stunning in their lavender dresses, just as planned.
Then came Emily’s turn.
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