Monday, October 27, 2014

Looking pregnant

As I mentioned in my last post, I'm having some trouble with my body right now. When I wear well-fitting maternity clothes (all but 3 of my normal shirts are ridiculously short now), I feel better. Mostly. This also helps clue other people into the fact that I'm pregnant, which I LOVE. Here are my favorite moments so far.

- A couple weeks ago, we went to get frozen yogurt. I had a 2 for 1 coupon, we were already in the area, the baby wanted it, blah blah blah I don't need excuses, I wanted frozen yogurt (when I say frozen yogurt, I mean a bit of froyo topped with a ton of Reese's cups and hot fudge. Nothing "healthy" about it). The employee mopping the floor commented that I needed to be careful because "we don't have insurance for one of you and we definitely don't have insurance for 2 of you." I laughed and inwardly rejoiced that a stranger felt comfortable commenting that I looked pregnant! HALLELUJAH!

- I was at a work conference with some folks I'd met before, months ago. One of them, a middle-aged guy, walked up and tactfully said "You look different... anything new with you?" which was the sweetest way of asking me without asking me. Well done, sir. I then proceeded to talk to everyone about pregnancy and childbirth. For me, having a default conversation topic is such a relief for my social anxiety.

- We went to dinner at an Ethiopian restaurant before our childbirth classes, and when my meal came out there was an additional dish that the waitress said was "good for the baby." Dude, if I had known that I'd get free, special food for being pregnant, I'd have gotten pregnant a long time ago (kidding. mostly.)! It's unfortunate that my stomach seems to be shrinking lately, because I sure love free, delicious food.

I might sound like I'm way overthinking this, but it takes both hands for me to count the number of times I've been asked if I was pregnant when I was not. And I can remember those instances from years ago just as vividly as I remember the ones from the last month or so. I have dresses and skirts that I stopped wearing because strangers (and coworkers) speculated about my uterine contents when I wore them. One commented, after I told him I was not knocked up, "my wife used to wear dresses like that all the time when she was pregnant" me: *burns dress*. For the next 3.5 months, I will relish these comments. Unless they get old before then. Then I reserve the right to complain about them.  

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