“Do you people stare at your stomach while talking to you?” asked a friend, when I mentioned to her how much nicer the average person on the street has been to pregnant me. No, I said, after taking a moment to think about it. They don’t really, although I suppose most people cannot help an initial glance down. Not that I blame them. It IS kinda stare-able. Sort of.
She went on to tell me how where she lives-the wonderful capital of our country- she feels a pregnant person is an oddity. My curiousity aroused, I asked her why she felt that way. “Because people are retarded here. They stare at you like you are a weirdo for coming out of the house in this state and when they talk to you, it’s like they are holding a conversation with your stomach and not you.” Funny because at one time I would have thought people here would generally be like that but in recent years, as my own interaction with the pregnant kind increased, I realize I have come to expect more sense and have noticed how people around our kind are now so much more polite with the condition.
My own experience has actually, thankfully, been quite heart-warming. I decided quite early on in my time that I could not be the “huge clothes to cover bump” kind. Personal choice, mind you. I knew I had to spend the nine months being happy with how I looked and that meant figuring out what made me comfortable- in every way. So I went about making clothes which made me feel good, and developing an attitude that made me feel confident. When you plan to work till the second last week, you have to develop an certain amount of immunity to the glance downs. And look-overs. They will come your way no matter what- and if you take them in stride and retain some kind of humour about the whole thing, you realize they are more out of curiousity than anything else anyway. And smiling, you waddle right on.