if you don't have anything nice to say
I’m thinking I haven’t had a bitchy pregnant lady rant for awhile so here goes. I really wish people would stop remarking about how goddamned huge I am. I am definitely bigger at 6 months (almost) than I was the first time and I appreciate my friends who have been through multiple pregnancies commiserating. I just can’t believe how free random people feel to make remarks. At the beginning of a prenatal yoga class the other night a woman made a point to come up to me after she apparently heard me tell someone (the instructor actually, who is also a friend I haven’t seen in months) I was almost 6 month along. She was so shocked and had to verify because she is also almost 6 months pregnant. She was skinny and didn’t even look pregnant, for the record. She then had the nerve to say oh my god how crazy am I going to get that big?! I wish I had said yep, next week, or something to that effect. What the fuck kind of question is that and why do I even care? Probably because Henry has been sick and I haven't been sleeping much and the world if full of rude bitches. Also, I am working too much and just realizing that I really don’t have much time to cut back my workload and get the breathing room I want in the next few months before life changes completely. Again.
The only positive thing I can think to say is that Jason recovered the majority of the photo files, and although Christmas is so 2006, I will post some of them tonight. If I’m not working or sleeping or sitting on my ass out of reach of my computer, that is.
The only positive thing I can think to say is that Jason recovered the majority of the photo files, and although Christmas is so 2006, I will post some of them tonight. If I’m not working or sleeping or sitting on my ass out of reach of my computer, that is.
posted by mama without instructions at 1:55 PM
4 Comments:
You should come back with something witty about how her ass would never look the same in jeans...something really crude, but truthful.
Whenever I found myself lemanting about my size and uncomfortability, someone would always try to cheer me up with thoughts of my unborn child. I'm not going to do that to you.
Go eat some ice cream, you'll feel better!
I was bigger faster with our second. People would do the same thing to me. Some would even say "are you sure you are only 4,5,6 months along?" Yep, pretty damn sure!
It is probably that ladies first baby. She is still in that pregnancy fog, where everything is baby and happiness. Then the baby comes out and you realize your body will never be the same again.
I can think of several responses but I wouldn't have known what to say at the time. Sometimes just thinking of the thigns you could have said is delicious in itself.
How about
"I'd say from the size of you now, you're probably going to be bigger than I am."
"Nah, this isn't really me- I stole one of those dummy tummy's from the the Motherhood store fitting room"
Oooo I know! I want to go with you to your next yoga class and then we can kick her ass!
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