Pregnancy And The End of Common Sense


A couple of weeks ago, I was at the dentist’s office rescheduling an appointment and dropping off some paperwork for my husband. One of the employees, an older lady around 65 years old, was walking past me when she paused to exclaim, “Someone’s having a baby!”

“Yes,” I replied, smiling. She asked when I was due and when I responded with December 1, a look of disgust washed over her face.

“Seriously?” she asked. “You are awfully big for a December due date. Wow.”

I immediately bent down to the ground, picked up my purse and slugged her in the face.

No, not really. Instead I politely shrugged and said, “Alright.”

Pregnant-woman-with-frien-001I spent the rest of the day torn between whether to return to the dentist’s office, demanding an apology, or choosing to curl up on the couch and cry. In the end, I did neither.

It occurs to me the cardinal rule of being polite to others goes right out the window when people know you’re pregnant.

For instance, if I were simply 20 pounds overweight, I doubt anyone other than my mother would comment on my weight or point out that I look bigger than I should [for my size]. But, because I’m pregnant, crazy older ladies find it perfectly acceptable to tell me I look too big for a December due date.


  1. I have ten children, and you know it seems that you “show” a lot earlier with each subsequent pregnancy… so can you imagine for a second just how “far along” I looked with my last pregnancy? Yes, each stage I got those comments. “Oh…you’re only 20 weeks? You look more like 8 or 9 months! Are you having twins?” It honestly never really bothered me, those comments. I just expected them. I would say, “Well, this is baby #10 so I’ve really got no stomach muscles left to hold everything in nice and tight like I did with the first five or six pregnancies.” LOL. That usually silenced them and caused their jaw to drop 😉


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