Jeff, of course, Mr Never-Says-Anything-Mean-Unless-He's-Playing-Basketball-or-at-a-Demolition-Derby, told me that I wasn't allowed to say anything that wasn't nice to people at church. My response was that I will just say to them what they say to me. Sounds fair.
This all stems from being short. I started showing with Tristan at 10 weeks. When I finally told people I was pregnant, quite a few people said, "We knew you had been running but it didn't look like it was helping." Oh, thanks. This baby isn't any different. I have a short body so the baby goes directly out. I'm OK with that. I can feel the baby move at 14 weeks (11 with Tristan), and I look pregnant instead of just fat. The downside is listening to people start saying things at 25 weeks like:
"Wow, you look like you're going to pop!"
"You have a whole basketball team in there or just twins?"
"Every time I see you you just get bigger and bigger!" <--- are="" happens="" idiot.="" nbsp="" p="" pregnant.="" sherlock.="" thats="" what="" when="" yes="" you="">
"You're huge."
Jeff tries to defend these people saying that they're just excited for me or they just want to say something. I say they're just rude. I am sure you probably notice that someone you haven't seen in a while has gained a few pounds, but I really hope you wouldn't say, "Wow! You got big!" Or maybe if they have more grey hair, or wrinkles, or whatever. Yes, you might notice, but you probably wouldn't say anything. So what is different about when someone is pregnant? Nothing. Keep your dumb comments to yourself.
I know I am harping on just the stupid people that say something and I am not mentioning the people who say something nice. I probably should. I have quite few people tell me I am glowing, tell me I am cute, tell me congrats. The girl who cut Tristan's hair said I was the cutest pregnant girl ever. A girl at the concert stopped me and told me I was adorable. I love these people. I could kiss them. They always make me feel good. And I hope they know that.
But to the morons who forget their manners and say something stupid, I am not sure I can be nice anymore. I mean, I probably won't go out of my way to be rude, but I am not going to just not say anything, or smile and pretend like I think they're funny. I am done.
I'll let you now how that goes.
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