One month until our due date. (Good LORD! Where has the time gone?!) I’m getting more uncomfortable. I hear constantly, “You’re so small!” Which is extremely flattering, but it makes me worry. The doctor says I’m measuring fine and to not let those comments bother me.
Those comments don’t bother me. But, there are a lot that do. Some days I’m not sure I’m gonna make it another month. Not because I feel physically sick, but because anger may cause me to go into pre-term labor. White, blinding anger at people I don’t know, and some I do.
|See, look how happy I am when people aren’t weird.
Each of these incidents happened in ONE SINGLE DAY….
1. Someone actually said to me, “You haven’t dropped yet. When are you going to drop?” I wasn’t sure how to respond to this considering this person was asking me about the proximity of my uterus to my cervix AT WORK! I don’t talk about my cervix anywhere, not even on my blog, but I sure as hell don’t talk about it AT WORK!
2. A man I know proceeded to tell me to advise my husband not to look “down there” during labor because it’s his “favorite area” and it could be traumatizing. I politely thanked him and walked away as soon as possible. I think he was just trying to be funny, but still.
3. At a department store at the mall a clerk asked if I needed help. I asked her where maternity clothes were. She told me when another customer, a total stranger mind you, interrupted and said, “Are you having a girl?” I told her I was. She said, “I can always tell! I always know because I have three boys. I can tell because you’re carrying small and wide…blah, blah, blah…”
Now, this lady did not know I had heard the aforementioned comments, nor that I had been awake since 2:30am. (I work the early shift these days.) But, I just looked at her and said “My doctor says that’s a load.” I then turned around and walked away. I know that’s not polite, but frankly, I’m so sick of hearing weird comments. I’ve never said anything to a pregnant woman ever about how she was carrying, high, low, whatever. Partly because my OB/GYN says those are all old wives tales and don’t mean anything. But, mostly because it’s just a weird, stupid thing to say in general.
4. After that I went to the grocery store. I just needed to pick up dinner. I wasn’t looking to have another awkward incident to write about in this post. The guy at the fish counter was helping me asked all the usual questions that I don’t mind at all. “When are you due?” “Is it your first?” “Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?” etc. When I told him it was a girl and indeed our first he said to me “Oh good, then you can try again for a boy.”
What?! Are you effing kidding me? So my daughter isn’t good enough for you? Basically sir, you just insulted my whole gender. Nice. I didn’t say anything. I just politely smiled and thanked him for my salmon filets.
Members of the American public, just because a woman is pregnant, it doesn’t mean she needs your comments or advice. Please try and remember that for the next month. Thanks in advance for your cooperation.