Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Prego Etiquette

Not mine. Yours.

Well, not specifically YOU. Likely, if you read this, then you are my friend and know enough not to stay stupid things. It's one of the reasons I like you. Specifically you.

In the past few weeks, it appears that I have "popped". In other words, instead of just looking like I have indulged a bit too much at the Golden Corral*, I am actually starting to look pregnant. Rounded belly, jeans no longer "kinda" fitting, that sort of thing.

Aside from the limitations in wardrobe it brings, I like the newly popped belly. Makes me feel like I am not so much a fatty, but a soon to be mom. That is ok.

Until, of course, someone decides to comment on how far along you are.

"You're how far along? Have you made sure you aren't having twins?"

Gasp! You know, in all those OB appointments, it never crossed my mind to ask if that was ONE heartbeat or TWO I was listening to. Or if there was somehow another baby hiding behind that one in the sonogram. Apparently, I am not only a chubbster, but also an idiot. Thanks for that.

The funny thing is, in comparison to other woman at this stage of pregnancy I look absolutely normal. In some cases, I even look smaller than others. But everyone has an opinion.

The other extreme, while not as annoying, can also be unwelcome.

"When are you going to start showing?"

This causes me to look down at a very NOT flat stomach and wonder if this person just thinks I always look this fat. But this comment more depends on my mood. If I am feeling cheerful, I can take it as "you look thin for being pregnant!", but when cranky it translates into, "I can't see your baby under all your normal fat."

So...for any of you that are wondering, it really is best not to comment on the prego lady's size.

Sorry it has been so long since I posted, but with our vacation to Arizona (which was lovely and I will try to post pics soon) and getting back to the regular routine, by the end of the day I am just too exhausted to think about posting.

Oh, and now, I am sick again. J brought home some sort of cold. Boooo. Trying to drown it before it accelerates to miserable "I need drugs but can't have any" phase.

Currently Listening to: One Angry Dwarf and 200 Solemn Faces by Ben Folds Five (I am going to see Ben Folds a week from today!!)
Number of Weeks: 22 tomorrow

* I do not EVER eat at nor do I advocate eating at Golden Corral

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