Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Don't talk to me, I'm pregnant

I tend to have a lot of irrational feelings during pregnancy, especially during the third trimester. I have a lot in common with my two year old. I often wonder if my hormones are contagious because she seems to be having a lot of emotions lately. I actually don't have a lot of feelings, I have three. I am either really mad, really sad, or content.

People should keep in mind that pregnant women like me don't like to hear certain things. The following are things that people have said to me in real life:

"You must be having be a boy because they suck the beauty out of you."  I knew I looked haggard- my skin was super dry so I had a red beard of dry skin around my mouth. I had bad acne. I was tired and nauseous. I didn't look good. Thank you for pointing it out, stranger. Also, I having a girl. . 

"You must feel like an elephant." A really sweet older man I knew at church said this to me when I was seven months pregnant. I'm sure he thought he was being empathetic but I cried. For some reason I didn't like being compared to a large animal. 

Upon finding out how old I am, "you look older." I used to think it was cool when people said that to me. Like when I was 15. Now I am 24 and don't want to hear that I look older... It wasn't like some little kid said this to me. It was a hairstylist who was older than I am. 

"You still have two months left?! You're pretty big... Unless it's twins, is it twins?" I didn't even respond to this person. Kelly was with me and he was very polite while I was very rude and turned around without saying anything. Later that day someone else told me that I didn't look big enough yet, which I appreciated after being told I looked big enough to have two babies inside me instead of one. But some women might even take offense to those kinds of comments, just don't comment on a woman's size at all to be safe. If you want to say something about her appearance, you can tell her she looks beautiful and leave it at that. 

I know that none of these people were trying to hurt my feelings... except maybe the hairstylist. 

I am really uncomfortable at this point, my ribs feel like they are going to pop off of my spine. The top of my ab muscles are very stretched so I get a nice burning sensation where they are trying to stay attached to my ribs. It's worse if I have to sit for long periods of time so I am really grumpy when I'm at church and I'm sure that everyone in our new ward thinks I'm super mean because I don't want to talk to anyone while I'm there. The kids in our primary class probably hate me. 

I got really mad at Costco a week ago because some old people talked to me about Quinn. I mean, how dare they say nice things about my child? Can't they see that I'm a crazy pregnant person who is in a bad mood after pushing my way through that Costco that is horribly crowded no matter what time of day you go, on any day of the week?  Seriously, what is with the Costco in the tri cities? I hate that place.  You want samples? Forget it. The Costco in Pocatello was never that busy and if you went in the morning, the only other people there were old people buying their mixed nuts. 

Anyways, if you read this post you'll probably never talk to me again. Which is a good idea, seeing as I'll either be super rude to you or just start crying. 


1 comment:

  1. Seriously Sam, you are one of my heroes!! Great blog, loved it, and it made me laugh. Luckily there are enough you people in your new ward who understand the love hate relationship with church meetings. Hope this comment finds you content.

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