Once you reach that point in pregnancy at which you look like you swallowed a watermelon, you become an instant celebrity. You begin to elicit stares wherever you go. Those stares intensify when you’re attempting to do something that should otherwise come easily, such as squashing yourself into a restaurant booth or trying to climb into your SUV without falling out. (Although, I can imagine what a funny sight that must be!)
All of the attention made me really uncomfortable at first. “What, they’ve never seen a pregnant lady before?!?” I’d snarl to my husband. But now, I barely even notice the stares. I guess I’ve become somewhat immune to them.
What I am less immune to, however, are the way-too-personal questions asked by nosy strangers, and the predictions of all the doom and gloom to come as soon as I pop my babies out. In the spirit of trying to minimize these ambushes for future pregnant ladies, I compiled a list of things you should never say to a pregnant woman—especially one you’ve never met. (Disclaimer: The list is mostly all in good fun! Keith and I actually laugh off most of the comments.) Check it out on rd.com, the online version of Reader’s Digest:
Now that I’ve gotten that off my chest (ha), here’s an update on the twins: As of my June 8 appointment, they’re doing great! Nate is 5 lb., 3 oz. Matt is 3 lb., 14 oz. Matt is head down, but Nate is breech and on top of Matt. (I can’t imagine how it could be comfortable for poor Matt to have a giant baby pressing down on him, but the doctor insists that babies love being smushed together in the womb. Whatever floats their boat.)
So, we’re giving it another two weeks. I return to the perinatologist on June 22, and if the boys aren’t growing well at that point, they’ll take them out! If they are growing well, we’ll try to go one more week. So that means the twins will be here in roughly a couple of weeks! I cannot believe how quickly this pregnancy has gone, and I am excited to be able to walk and bend over and get up off the couch like a normal human being. Oh, and then I can gawk at all the other pregnant ladies and ask them inappropriate questions.