I think people confuse compliments with criticism once you are pregnant. I have successfully made it to week 20 and I’ve successfully received some of the stupidest comments from people. Take for example my work environment. Suddenly it became kosher for a lady I work with to tickle my stomach once she knew I was pregnant. I am far from a touchy feely person so every time I see her in the distance I usually change directions to avoid the dreaded tickle. Last week I came into work one day feeling really tired and looking really white trash. I had run out of time that morning so my efforts at getting ready involved slicking my hair back in a wet bun and applying no makeup to my face. The tickler lady walked in my room and declared, “You are changing. Your face looks sooo big!” I wanted to slap her with all my might. Granted I looked pretty homely but that was definitely the last thing I felt like hearing that day. I tried to ignore her but she continued to comment on my large face. Well today really topped it off with her. I wore a form fitted shirt to school. It showed every ounce of my stomach that exists. She walked up to me with her mouth wide open (I am not making that up either. Literally, her mouth was gaping wide as she approached me.) and said, “You are HUGE! Not only is your stomach huge but every part of your body is huge.“ I tried to defend myself and told her I was 20 weeks. She persisted with the large size of my self. I am completely baffled by her comment. Seriously though, does all normal human conduct go right out the window with the pregnancy card? I do feel like I suddenly look pregnant overnight. Within the last week I have a protruding gut that wasn’t there a mere week ago. However, I’d like to think that this gut can't be defined quite yet as “HUGE”.
Pregnancy has taught me that my body is no longer my own. Don’t mind the fact that I took a 7 hour nap yesterday. Yep, 4:30 pm to 11:30 pm was my nap time. Not planned in anyway shape or form. Last thing I remember was sitting on the couch to plan out a grocery list for dinner and I wake up starving in a pitch black family room very confused. Steve was equally confused when he walked in the door at 11: 45 pm assuming he would find me fast asleep in bed for the night. Nope, 11:30 last night meant dinnertime for me. I was awake long enough to chow down my food and off to bed again.
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