In the past few weeks I have officially passed into the phase where people can not only clearly tell that I'm pregnant, but they feel compelled to comment on the pregnancy. Up to this point I pretty much only got comments from folks who already knew I was pregnant. Just before the new year, though, I started noticing a change. First at work with folks who had watched the gut take shape. (There was often a sense of relief when they finally talked to me about it, like they hadn't been sure and didn't want to say anything until they were absolutely positive.) And now with complete strangers. (Clerks seem particularly interested. I guess it spices up the ol' "how can I help you, have a nice day" deal)
I'm sure the "how far along are you"/"is it a boy or a girl" routine will get old soon, but for now I find it sweet that folks are asking. I've spent so long (nearly 7 months!) getting no props, or worse getting grief for being too "small", that I find it fun to have the pregnancy publicly acknowledged. At one point, when I was about 5 months along, one woman actually asked if I had been to a doctor because she simply could not believe I had a healthy pregnancy! (Zach, the wonder husband, promptly looked up a Salon article about a woman having a small belly and all the grief she got for it before birthing a big, healthy baby).
Regardless, even though I have yet to get a seat on Bart (the subway) because of my belly (although I have noticed that women even further along than I are not offered seats - for shame!) I feel similar about my very visible belly as I have felt about the kicking - I actually like it! Maybe this will change in the last month, but at this point I figure I'll be uncomfortable one way or another. The baby's kicking is very reassuring, and, as I said, the comments on the belly are, well, sweet.
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