In the eye of the beholder

Well, this pregnancy is heading into the home stretch.  I’m at week 30 this week, giving me roughly 10 weeks to go until Li’l Bean makes her appearance (and probably gets a new pseudonym on the blog).  Suffice it to say that I am quite obviously infanticipating and am well beyond the stage where people look at me and whisper between themselves whether I’m expecting or did I just gain a few pounds?

On the other hand, I’m beginning to get comments like this one, from the lady cutting fabric at Hobby-Lobby:

“You’re due in January? Oh, honey, you’re not going to make it that long.  Are you sure there’s just one in there?”

Ahem.  Yes.

But on the bright side of things came this comment from a lady at Church on Sunday:

“You’re due in January? I don’t believe it; you look so tiny for having had five kids!”

Much better, I think. 😉

My OB startled me one day by saying he hated Mondays because it meant all his pregnant patients went to Church on Sunday.  Now I know he’s a Christian and all that so I was amazed–particularly in Bible Belt–to hear a comment like that.  He then followed up with: “Because at Church they had a ton of women telling them they look too big/too small/baby’s dropped/baby hasn’t dropped but should have….and I have to deal with frantic phone calls all day.”   So no, I didn’t call him after the Hobby-Lobby experience, no matter how sorely I might have been tempted. 😉

6 thoughts on “In the eye of the beholder

  1. Oh my gosh! I can’t leave the house without someone telling me that I must be having twins, or my due date is wrong! Every time I go to choir practice, all the ladies there are like, “are you sure you’re going to make it to December?” AAARRRGGGHH! I hate chicks sometimes.

  2. I think this is why I’ve learned to just congratulate a pregnant mom. We don’t want to hear we’re huge, we don’t want to be told we have our hands full (or that we’re going to have our hands full), and we just want to be able to get through our errand without collapsing. It’s bad enough that we’re waddling, isn’t it? 😉

  3. Oh man, that line –you’re so big –it must be twins. or You’re low, it’s a boy followed by the next person, You’re carrying high, it must be a boy, followed by the next person, you’re too high, it must be a girl followed by you’ll drop any day now, that girl is low…never mind you having said to all the people, “I’ve had an ultrasound. I know it’s a ….” Hugs and I’m sure you look great, healthy and fabulous.

  4. Ok, how bout this? The next time someone asks me or you if we’re having twins, just say–with a totally straight face–“oh, I’m not pregnant.” Then see what they do. Hehe!

  5. Thanks for the kind words, Sherry! I carry really low and people are always telling me that my girl must be a boy!

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