World, I’ve been pregnant for almost 7 months now and you’re JUST starting to catch on??? Seriously. If you want to annoy me any more in these emotional, hormonal ridden weeks ahead … please ask me one more time “Oh, and when are you expecting???” or “I didn’t know you were pregnant!!! When are you due??”
Because I’m not wearing a shirt that reads:
Pregnancy under construction, due in January.
I’m somehow pissing certain Holland veterans off. Well I’m sorry.
I’ve been wearing maternity clothes for almost 4 months now, my stomach has been steadily increasing in size and you’re just now deciding I’m pregnant? So, what, 2 months ago I was fat? Nice. Real nice.
Not only am I getting constant ogle eyes and questions, even advice on what to wear (because I don’t know how to dress myself) I’m also getting the occasional – “You’re only 6 1/2 months pregnant? You’re so BIG for 6 1/2 months, I bet you’re going to have a big baby.”
Uh huh, yea – right in the gut, below the belt and if I had them, in the knockers.
People – DO NOT TELL A PREGNANT WOMAN HOW BIG SHE IS. EVER.
Regardless of your relationship with her, regardless of whether or not she’s said so herself and regardless of what you think – just stop talking.
I, myself, in my head, all alone in a corner somewhere, on some level am OK with getting bigger – I’m having a baby … it’s only natural. But strangers who think it’s OK to tell me how big I am or how big they think my baby will be have obviously not had to think about pushing this alleged HUGE baby out of their netherlands. Nor have they been recently thinking about the fact that their thighs used to be able to wave at each other from across the crotch – now they’re Siamese twins, joined together for the journey.
Have I mentioned the size of my boobs lately? Because holy crap I have 2 more babies growing inside of each of them, I swear. And they LEAK! Not only do I have enough problems with sweating, seriously – I have problems with sweating. But now I have to be conscious of the rings that might appear on my shirt FROM MY LEAKING NIPPLES.
Does this experience get any more humiliating?