

When certain people found out I was pregnant, they either asked questions that were bound to annoy the hell out of me, or they did weird things.
Like my drunk aunt who went crazy over my belly (read: bloat) on Christmas. I mean really, I was only 9w5d pregnant and there was nothing to fawn over.
Oh, and by crazy, I mean she totally kissed my stomach up and down. Now this is a relative, so I guess it’s a lot better than a complete stranger, but still. It’s creepy and I would rather it not be done. At all.
Now I realize my mom has the best intentions by calling me daily, sometimes more than once, to just ask, “How are you feeling?”, but again, why daily?
Before you get on my case about being an insensitive brat, you should know that I am honored when she asks me that and I know that she cares, but there are only so many times and with so many people that I can answer that question.
How about if I’m feeling bad, I will let you know… this way you don’t have to constantly ask. Easy, right?
Last night I ran into my neighbor while out walking and she said that she wanted us to get together for dinner. She said that she would email me about good dates for her. Well, I got her email, along with a “I also invited blah and blah because she is pregnant and I thought y’all could trade stories.”
Um, really?
Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean that I can’t associate with non-pregnant women. It also does not mean that I only want to talk about being pregnant. I am fully capable of being pregnant AND talking about all kinds of topics. Don’t limit me just to pregnancy!
Like at Christmas, my pregnant cousin asked, “So my aerolas are totally brown and I look like a black woman. How are yours? Also, do you have a lot of discharge?”
Again, she asked this while eating freakin’ Christmas dinner. Perhaps I’m not your “typical” pregnant woman, and I certainly don’t care to hear about your black lady boobs and discharge that comes from you vag. Thank you very much.
(Note: perhaps this would be acceptable if we were close, but we aren’t. She married my cousin last year and we only see each other during Thanksgiving and Christmas. It’s a little too soon in our relationship to be talking about topics that include my boobs and my vagina.)
Suddenly, I went from being a very normal 28-year old that could and would talk about everything and anything to now being a 28-year old who only wants to talk about pregnancy, constipation, discharge, nips, and trade stories with other knocked up woman. Sorry, not me!
I can only imagine what will happen when strangers try to touch my belly. Again, yes, I’m with child, but no, you may reach out and touch because I’m pregnant. Would you reach out to touch a normal belly on a stranger? No. You might get slapped. Same scenario. Just don’t.
I’m sure there are a million other things that I could write about, but I’ll leave you with that for right now. If you have any stories and/or annoyances about being pregnant, feel free to leave them in the comments so that I get a good giggle (and know that I’m not the only one.)
You might also want to read:
- For all you pregnant ladies that want people to stay away from your belly, get this tank top pronto!
- 21 weeks pregnant: 11 things that people say to me that I’m sick of hearing already!
- 37 weeks pregnant: Reminiscing about my pregnancy
- 26 week pregnant belly grows with every bite at night
- Pregnancy Week Sweet 16? Jane celebrates by throwing up several times. I celebrate by cleaning up.




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