The Joy of Grace

Let me just get this out Jun 02

I have two more pregnancy stories to relay to you. I promise if these get as much response as my previous one, I'll better respond.  If they don't get one response, that is fine...I just need to write them out to possibly let off some steam.

I ran into a gas station tonight before Aaron's soccer game to get him a Gatorade. The guy behind the counter proceeded to question this purchase by saying: "What?  Where's the ice cream?"  I laughed a bit and responded: "Oh, I already had mine today." (Savannah and I "split" a blizzard from DQ...and just for the record, I probably have had ice cream like 4 times in the past 9 months.  Which if I had had it every day for the past months like I had 2 Pilsbury biscuits and chocolate milk just about every morning for breakfast when preggo with Savannah, I would be okay with that...I just don't crave ice cream. Back to the story.)  He then laughed at my response and said: "I can tell." Oh, yes.  So by this point, I wanted to really snap back at him, but instead I calmed myself and asked him: "What did you mean by that?"  He said (with a bit of a stutter I might add):  "You just look happy...happy like you've had ice cream." Nice try, man.  I said: "Do I look happy or fat?"  Enough of the re-telling.  Give me a break.  When will people ever get the do s and don't s of talking to pregnant people???  See Lee's post for more about that.

What is more, when will people ever get the do s and don't s of talking about pregnant people?  A couple of hours later I overheard a group of guys talking to the husband of a pregnant woman.  One guy really made this statment: "Your wife looks like a cow!"  Another guy said: "Do you ever just touch her shoulder to see if she will tip over like a cow?"  The whole group laughed, including the husband and went on to tell a story about really "tipping" her over himself.  All that needs to be written about this particular conversation is: The audacity of these young men!  What is more, what disrespect.  What rudeness. 

Perhaps I'm a bit too sensitive these days about pregnancy.  I'm not sure what it is.  But this is my blog and I get to write what I want and I needed to write about these accounts.  I will end by saying that I am so thankful for my husband and his loving kindness towards me when I am pregnant and when I am not pregnant.