There are a few things that have been bugging me lately when it comes to the bump. It all starts with the questions and just grows from there. Allow me to get some things off my chest, k?
Are you having twins? – NO! Just because you think I look like Large Marge, feel free to NOT ask this question. If I was having twins, I’d probably offer up that info without you asking. Since I’m not – you’ve just contributed to stomping on the feelings of a pregnant woman. Yes, this child in my womb is probably scarred from the emotional distress you’ve just put me through. You feel real good about yourself, no?
Just walking up to me and rubbing my belly – Totally inappropriate. If I don’t know you, trust me, it’s not cool. I don’t know why we have this need to touch each other’s belly. I’ve been guilty of this too. I tend to ask first though. If I wasn’t pregnant, you wouldn’t just feel the need to reach out and touch my belly. Well, it’s still my belly. It just houses a small human at the moment.
You’re so small – When I tell you how many months I am, don’t question me and ask me “if I’m sure”. My tummy may seem small to you but questioning my math is rude and now I think you’re trying to scare me. As if I now need to freak out because I’m too small.
Were you trying? – This is a tricky question. I got that a lot and I’m sure it’s all well-intentioned but what if I wasn’t trying? Does it make this blessing of a baby any less spectacular?
It’s just your hormones – Just because I snapped at you (and wrote this post) doesn’t mean I’m hormonal! Even if I am, I don’t wanna hear about it. It might just be that you’re getting on my nerves. Hadn’t considered that, huh?
Thanks for listening (reading). *takes a bow and steps off soap box*