Monday, December 22, 2008

What not to say...

I got home today from work. The reason for me working a weekend, IN DECEMBER, is another story for another blogpost.

But.......This trip Kicked. My. Butt.

HARD.

For starters, it was an AM trip. I was up at fricking o-dark-thirty every morning.

Secondly, my joints were/are screaming in pain. The usual shoulder and finger joints, but the neck and feet decided to join the party. I woke up a zillion times each night from pain. I am literally setting my alarm to let me know that it's okay to take another dose of Tylenol. It's like crack to me right now. If Tylenol was a combo meal, I would supersize it and add bacon and extra cheese.

Thirdly, it was a long, but productive, high-paying trip.

Fourthly, my self-esteem took a huge blow courtesy of strangers.

To add a bit of insight to my 4th reason, let me just warn you that you should never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever tell a pregnant woman she looks big. Even if she does look big, DO NOT TELL HER!

I had no less than 3 women tell me I looked much too big to only be 6 months along. I actually asked one lady if she was calling me fat. And another asked if I was sure that I wasn't having twins.

Then, a man (you know, the human species with no fallopian tubes or uterus or ovaries) told me that I should raise my feet up every so often and that I should avoid crossing my legs because I could get clots or varicose veins. Because, you know, I'm sure he has experienced this calamity first hand. And I have so much time at work to sit down and lift my feet up and relax. ::sarcasm::

To top it all off, there was a woman on the plane who came out of the lavatory hiking her pants up and said something about them being maternity pants. I incredulously asked, "You're pregnant?".

And she said yes. I could barely see a hint of a belly. So I ask her how far along she is. And she tells me she will be 20 weeks tomorrow. I felt as big as a freaking house compared to her. Granted, she was taller than me and had a longer torso, but it looked like I was way more than 5 weeks ahead of her.

I know women show different.
I know women carry different.
I know I shouldn't let it bother me.
I know. I know. I know.

But it's still not fun to hear the gasp of surprise when I tell them I am not due until April.

Of course, there were some ladies who used to words "glowing" and "adorable" to describe me and my belly. And to them, I say thank you!

I swear I do not look as big as a house. I feel it, but I don't think I look it.

It's just the way the work uniform fits. Really.

109 days to go.

2 comments:

Jennifer said...

I have felt your pain, I hate those moments during pregnancy. I hope your joints give you some relief soon!!

Janelle said...

I'm sorry society is so lacking in mental filters. What ever happened to "think before you speak" or "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all". Don't worry about those people. Remember Karma can come back to bite you in the a**. =)
I think your totally proportioned and looking adorable if only the body aches agreed. Hang in there. Almost done!