I am agog, I am aghast
Tate came over on Monday morning to hang out while Fred and Di went to the funeral. Cecily was pretty excited to have someone fun to play with, since she's usually stuck with just me.
She wanted to stay wrapped up in her towel "like a princess" after her bath. Whatever. This is how we eat ice cream in a bath towel.
Tuesday we spent most of the day in P-town. I had an appointment so little miss and I went to Chik-fil-a for pepper-fries and did some shopping while we were there. O man. One of the very few perks of being pregnant in the winter is that winter coats hide a lot for a lot longer. Until this week. I'm suddenly getting comments from total strangers... someone tried to touch me at Menards... someone asked if I was having twins (whaaa??). Omygoodness. Absolutely aghast. I'm wearing a lovely, thick (and delightfully warm) winter coat and carrying a two year old- how can you even have enough visual information to make a comment like that?? Plus I don't know you and that's creepy.
*sigh* So yeah. NOT doing much for my self esteem... even though the Doc says I'm right on track for weight gain and fundal height is measuring exactly at 32 weeks... so statistically I'm no bigger or smaller than any other woman at this point. Which really, is interesting to me because it means that perceived size is dependent on body type and height and therefore there is no basis for comparison between women... apples and oranges people.
And while I'm on a soap box...
... comments about weight and size are not appropriate. Ever. I know way too many people who have had issues with eating disorders. It's scary to watch. So I will probably never comment on your weight loss. Or gain. Plus it's just plain rude.
... gestational state is not anyone else's business. Seriously. I was talking to some of my sister's newlywed friends at her wedding and we were discussing how people will say Hi, look down at your abdomen (hello, I'm up here!), or just flat out make comments about having kids (It happens when your kid is getting close to 2 also...), and how awkward and uncomfortable it makes them. So stop. It's not your business unless they tell you.
... And that weekend three different people asked me when I was going to have another one, if I was pregnant (gee thanks, I'm already feeling like a frumpy matron up there with all of Shell's cute friends...), and that it was 'time for another one.' What do you say to that?? Um... well, gee, see, I was unexpectedly not pregnant this month so no, and I don't know when we're going to have another one, and it might be time for another one, but there's no guarantee it will ever happen. Granted, one month does not secondary infertility make, but what if it had been months? What if I had recently miscarried? What if I was someone who really, really, wanted a baby and it wasn't happening? So not cool. I can't imagine having fertility issues and then having to deal with insensitive comments on top of it.
For the record, I don't care what your current gestational state is. *grin* However, if you're dealing with morning sickness (or just plain sick) and the thought of cooking makes you want run to the bathroom feel free to ask me to bring you supper (or if you're far away, I can at least order pizza or take out or something!). I won't assume. Pretty sure there's nothing worse than 10 solid weeks of 24/7 nausea when just the smell of the fridge, let alone cooking, sends you over the edge...
And no, I am not 'counting down' yet. I don't count down to things I'm not really looking forward too. Labor and delivery? A newborn? Ugh. These are things to be gotten through.
Alright, off the soapbox. I should try and come up with something fun to do with my poor bored little girl so she will quit using her hair as a dust mop on the floor...