WHY is it, that people feel like they can make comments about your weight (when you are pregnant) that they wouldn't normally make to your face otherwise?
I am not one who gets all bent out of shape usually over these comments. Yes, I have focused on my weight a bit but I have not been obsessed with it like I originally thought I would be, when I first got pregnant.
I'm actually pretty proud of myself and my big baby belly.
And I've heard quite a few things so far (and let me just state, none of it is malicious in any way..I'm certainly not insinuating that people are purposely trying to be mean) and I've been okay in letting these comments bounce of my (rather large and continuously growing) chest:
Are you sure you are not carrying twins in there?
You are that big already?
That shirt you are wearing makes you look EVEN BIGGER than usual, April!
Wow, you look like a house today--ha, ha, ha!
Yup, I've heard those and some others. I've just brushed them off with a laugh. Although I admit I've often felt the need to reply a tad defensively to these same people "Hey, I've only gained 15 pounds in six months. I think I'm doing pretty good." (and actually that may be more like 20 pounds now...I'll find out at my next doctor's appointment on Wednesday).
These comments all came from people I know. People who know me.
Well today marked my first comment from a stranger. And again let me stress, she wasn't being mean in the least, but, after I left I felt kind of annoyed. I went to the pharmacy to pick up my prenatal vitamins today.
The woman ringing me out gestured to my belly and said, "You're due soon, huh?" And funny enough, I didn't know what she meant at first, then I looked down at my burgeoning belly.
"Oh, heh, heh, no not soon enough. I'm due August 10th." I smiled back at her.
Her eyes widened and and she nodded knowingly before asking, "Are you having a boy?"
"Wow, yes! How did you know?" I asked. Thinking maybe it had to do with an old wive's tale or something....some of my friends think I'm carrying low.
"I had two boys, myself. I got huge, too, early on when I was pregnant."
Um, excuse me? Did you just insinuate I was "huge", bitch?
Yes, I'll admit it, I'm never going to be one of those cute, petite preggo's with their perfectly shaped basketball bellies...but damn it, I'm almost 5"8, I'm a larger girl to begin with, and I'VE ONLY GAINED 15 (20) POUNDS!!! WTF?!?!?!?
I basically just laughed it off with her, collected my shit, then scurried my FAT ass away from the counter. And immediately got mad at myself for letting this get to me.
For goodness sakes, I'm carrying a life within me, a life that my Big D and I created together, out of love. Why does it have to be about weight? Why does it have to be about "Ooh, she gained how much?"
I talked myself down from the annoyance and made it outside where I had to cross the parking lot. I passed exactly four men--three walking and one in a car---all of them checking me out. I started to swing my bags a little higher.
Obviously, "huge" or not, even with my big 'ol pregnant self---I still look good. Heh heh.