When are you due???
Posted by Shanna Remke on Monday, August 22, 2011
So this is my new favorite question from strangers, acquaintances, etc. There's this moment when they look at my face and smile, then their eyes drift to my belly and slightly widen as their smile slackens and they say something to the fact of, "Oh, wow, when are you due?" or "Wow, you must be due soon, huh??" Good thing I'm not sensitive about my size! Haha! I find it funny every time it happens, because everyone has basically the exact same reaction. And I am so thankful and happy to have the bump that I could never be offended.
I also like referring to this time as the, "Ma'm, can I help you?" stage. Managers and employees swoop in from no where like ninja assassins to help me lift things or find things. I guess I must look pretty helpless. It's really sweet. And, as someone who was always very reluctant to accept help for most anything, ("Don't touch it; I can do it myself" - was one of my most frequent phrases as a child), I now just allow myself to be helped, because, as I've grown to accept more and more with this pregnancy, there are some things I have a really tough time doing (If my shoes have a buckle, expect me to be at least 15 minutes late to wherever I'm going). But it is still such a foreign feeling to just stand there while other people move things or carry things for me. I would feel badly if the people didn't look so gosh darn happy about helping me out.
Living with this body, I sometimes forget that to everyone else, I look like I'm smuggling a basketball under my shirt. Sometimes even I, upon catching my reflection in a mirror will think, "Oh, wow, when are you due?" ;)
I also like referring to this time as the, "Ma'm, can I help you?" stage. Managers and employees swoop in from no where like ninja assassins to help me lift things or find things. I guess I must look pretty helpless. It's really sweet. And, as someone who was always very reluctant to accept help for most anything, ("Don't touch it; I can do it myself" - was one of my most frequent phrases as a child), I now just allow myself to be helped, because, as I've grown to accept more and more with this pregnancy, there are some things I have a really tough time doing (If my shoes have a buckle, expect me to be at least 15 minutes late to wherever I'm going). But it is still such a foreign feeling to just stand there while other people move things or carry things for me. I would feel badly if the people didn't look so gosh darn happy about helping me out.
Living with this body, I sometimes forget that to everyone else, I look like I'm smuggling a basketball under my shirt. Sometimes even I, upon catching my reflection in a mirror will think, "Oh, wow, when are you due?" ;)