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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