True story.
Originally, people just thought I was really sick, so they stayed far away from me in case I was contagious. (This also has its perks.) Then, people just thought I was fat. But now, it’s pretty evident that I’m pregnant.
And it’s funny. People get all smiley, and tell you not to pick heavy things up and try to feed you all the time. If you don’t feel like doing something, people just assume that it’s the pregnancy. If you’re crazy or forgetful, it’s due to hormones.
Why is pregnancy a free pass to acting like a lazy sociopath? I even get this reaction from people who don’t like babies. Although it’s possible they are just conforming to social norms and secretly are saving up all the hate until post-pregnancy.
My theory is that people see that you are clearly carrying on the species, and genetically, they can’t respond negatively. You are continuing the dominance of the human race and thus ensuring our survival!
Guys, at 6,765,913,964 people, we are not at risk of petering out. If you start doubting this, go to the US Census Bureau Population Clock and continually refresh.
I have yet to test the limits of this newfound power. I’ve imagined confrontations where people hit my car (always a possibility in MA) and I get out and start screaming at them for driving into a 7 month pregnant lady.
As fun as this would be, I’m kind of glad these conflicts haven’t yet come up. With my luck, it would end up being with a baby-hating census-taker who is well aware of our overpopulation problems and has no social compunctions about running over a crazy pregnant woman who has forgotten why she’s standing in the road in the first place, due to hormones.
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Maybe people are nicer because they figure they're outnumbered? You can be all, 'Two on one, bitches! I win!'
…That's probably not why. I, too, have this strange awe of pregnant ladies. I think it's at least partly because, in the late stages of pregnancy, they just seem so uncomfortable. It's kind of like how I would be nicer to someone who had a bunch of clothespins stuck on their face. You're just like, 'oh, man. That's gotta hurt. Here, cut me in line.' My boss just had a baby, and toward the end of it her feet and ankles were swollen up like footballs and I was just like, 'here, let me get that fax for you, stay where you are.'
Hmm. If I attach a bunch of clothespins to my face as well, perhaps this will inspire people to bring me gifts, like cake. I put together our dresser today, and this might just be the last major exertion for the next couple of months, although I really, really, really want to start gardening for the spring. I'll have to get small pots and bring Jon to carry sacks of soil. Poor Jon. :-P
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