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Further Pregnancy Musings
Posted by | Posted in Knocked Up | Posted on November 3, 2005
There is a very small person twined around my bladder right now, and she's squeezing it like Mike Meyers playing, "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy" on the bag-pipes in So I Married an Axe Murderer. Wait, or was it "Saturday Night" by the Bay City Rollers? Maybe she's paying homage to her Wisconsin roots and attempting an accordion solo. Who knows, but it's killing me and I don't want to walk downstairs to the bathroom just yet. Call me a weenus, if you must.
Why aren't people more considerate of conspicuously pregnant women? What happened to manners? I mean, there are behaviors that I have just come to accept as your average Girl on the Street, but when I've got this enormous lump attached between boobs and hips, I'm much more aware of my personal space. So why isn't everyone else? This especially freaks me out while driving. I realize that nobody knows the lady in the little white station wagon is a preggo, but I'm telling you, it freaks my shit out when someone does some stupid driving maneuver within sight of me.
I had a lady in a Honda minivan about cream the shit out of my front end the other day at the library. (Curse her.) I was literally laying on my horn as she was backing up in the hopes that she'd recognize the fact that someone was parked at the book drop and she was about to whack their cute little car.
And it was at that point that I realized, "I'm going to be like this for the whole rest of my life." No matter where I am or how old and independent my child(ren) become, I'm going to be completely neurotic about their personal safety.
This explains why I still get calls from my dad saying, "Are you okay? Because I just had the most horrible dream..."
Weenus. And welcome to parenthood!! I can't even count how many times I'd let the ass-rod hit my car if it wasnt for my kids being in it...UGH!!
I promise you, you'll only get more neurotic from here on out ;-)
Oh, it's so true. My daughter called me yesterday and was telling me about her jerk faced ex boy friend and I started to tell her how lucky she was to be away from this...(violent ax-murderer type of paranoid jerk) but I stopped myself realizing that although I worry about her she is a big girl and my role now is to listen not to give her my worried opinion. But the fact is, you never stop worrying.
I understand. Last spring semester at BSU it was horrible. I was freaking huge and it seemed like I was the only one who noticed. Only once or twice did someone give up their roomier desk for me, and that only after I asked them too! The last 2 or so months of my pregnancy I spent pissed off pretty much all of the time. (Maybe that's why Mina was so colicky!)
You should see people here in london. They don't care! They brush up against you on the sidewalk and treat me like crap!
Mothers push their carraiges straight into you too!
I'm going to have to wear a shield!
Just wanted to say hey! I've been reading religioiusly, just haven't commented in a (very long) while! Sounds like things are going great for you guys (you know, except for the whole "person squeezing your bladder thing), and I'm so happy for you!