Jul
16
Yesterday, I hauled Dave and the kids to an awesomely huge Kids Stuff Sale in hopes of scoring Julia some second-hand jeans for school, which I did and more. I was still feeling a little high from the knowledge that I was only going to hand over half the cash in my pocket for the armload of stuff I was carrying when a woman who was working the sale approached and said, “Wow, you must be due any day.”
She was referring to the size of my pregnant belly.
“No, September,” I replied without making eye contact, knowing where this was going.
“WOW! Then you must be having twins!!!”
“No,” I said firmly as my entire body grew tense. “I’M JUST REALLY BIG.” I gave her a hard and deliberate stare. Dave later told me that I actually clenched my fists, which is weird. Why would I do that? I’d never HIT anyone. I might dream about it…but hit someone? No. Never. Not really.
By then, Dave stepped between us and tried to make a joke. A lady at the next table laughed nervously and added, “Oh that’s nothing, you should have seen me when I was pregnant. We kept thinking there were two in there…”
They all tried to make it better. Because 80% of the people standing there had the presence of mind and common courtesy to NOT marvel at the size of the giant pregnant woman. IT’S JUST NOT NICE.
I think it would be useful if the President issued a proclamation about it or something. I wouldn’t even complain if he broke into Hell’s Kitchen to say something like, “Those of you less-evolved idiotheads who think it’s appropriate to treat pregnant women like circus sideshow acts will be shipped to Siberia.”
I get it. I am big. If anyone in the world knows this, it’s me. But it’s not like I’m so big, I’m terrorizing Japanese cities or anything. And it’s not like getting a big belly when you’re cooking a kid is something new. It’s sort of how nature works.
Why are some people jerks?
I think the next time someone comments on my big belly, I’m going to fake labor. What would you do?
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Just be blunt with them.
“Wow you must be having twins! You’re HUGE!”
My response: “Yes. And every time someone points it out I feel really bad about myself and another package of oreos meets it’s demise.”
They generally don’t know what to say when confronted with honesty. I don’t know why people think they can say that type of junk to pregnant women. Same with touching of the belly… what the heck!?
Hang in there! I bet you’re still beautiful as ever – if not more so. You’re making a miracle. : )
Just ask my husband about the emotional roller coaster I’ve taken him on about the size of my pregnant belly. One day I don’t look pregnant and I feel like “What? Does the world just think I’m this fat?” because everyone is so surprised when I tell them I’m halfway done baking this kiddo, and then other days I actually look pregnant, no mistake. At least she asked when you were due and you are pregnant instead of when you aren’t. September isn’t really that far away. Good Luck!
Some people really are just jerks! I guess they missed that all important lesson “if you don’t have anything nice to say, say nothing at all”
You could say to people “nope it’s sextuplets and me a Kate Gosselin are going to be BFF’s” that would likely shut them up pretty fast
But I agree with Kristi, you are making a miracle and that’s really all that matters.
I got that a lot too. Though I actually kinda enjoyed being that big. It made sense that I was that big; my daughter was 9lbs 8oz when she was born 11 weeks ago! Enjoy the attention. It’ll all go to the baby when she’s born!
The more kids you have, the bigger womb it becomes.
The first one, I didn’t look pregnant, even in my swimsuit. The second one, not so bad- just right. My last one, whoa… as people would have thought twins or triplets.
Can’t you send a picture? Despite your blogs, I doubt it is THAT bad!
You should have said ‘Triplets’!
Oh, so annoying! I was at the store the other day and a woman was physically taken aback by my size, like she physically stepped backwards and away from me. I felt like telling her it wasn’t contagious.
always add on 3 extra months. If you thought Septemeber made her go Wow!, what do you think December would do.
Being on the other side, with almost no “bigness” to my belly, people expect me to explain to them where the baby is that’s due in October. Though that’s after they look at me like I am crazy and have an evil, baby-stealing plot in mind. Wait, maybe that’s it… someone else is really having twins and I am really on the Kirstie Allie plan. Oh wait, that doesn’t explain the oft-moving belly…
tell them you are not pregnant at all :p
or carying 7 of them
nah, I’d probably simply be upset