Publicly pregnant: How the world makes a very pregnant mama grumpy
Oh, geez. When I went into pre-term labor, I hoped it meant I would be shortly whisked away from the world in which everyone wants to know (a) when are you due? and (b) is it a boy or a girl? They're flummoxed by my mystery; really, when is the baby due? If only I knew. And, as it turns out, our ultrasound technician was focused on other things and NO I'M NOT GOING TO HAVE ANOTHER ULTRASOUND.
But my baby, it is not as eager as I'd hoped to enter the world. So as I approach week 37 (tomorrow morning by my calculation), having been two frickin' centimeters dilated for nearly five weeks now, the contractions that had been frequent have faded away. I'm never having this baby (at least not until I schedule the c-section which will likely be necessary if the baby goes even one more day in my tummy).
Hence, everyone has something to say. I must be so hot (men always offer this tidbit), I'm about to pop, I've dropped (or I'm having a boy, or both), which means I'm going to have the baby imminently! Right, but the wise women on the bus were telling me that last week. Lovely. I've tried everything to stimulate labor, from energetic walking to a brew of blue cohosh and pennyroyal (not recommended!) to buying more maternity clothes (avoid that too! bad for your budget).
I want to be grumpy but it is a bit amusing, how the belly gives your average stranger the power to overcome his or her timidity and just ask any question at all of you. And though sometimes I dream of a shirt that says, "I don't know when the baby will be born, whether it's a boy or a girl, nor do I care if it might share a birthday with anyone you know," well, I suppose it's nice that people are still smiling at that woman with the gigantic round belly, the largish rear end, and a scowl on her face. Were any of you this easily annoyed while pregnant? Please share!