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| Unless you're my doctor, family, or a friend, keep your opinion to yourself! |
As I am sure many pregnant women will attest, getting every
second person’s opinion on your unborn can be highly frustrating. And by this I mean every second stranger's opinion.
In my current state, mine, my husband’s and my obstetrician’s
opinion are the only ones that count at the moment. And after that, once the
baby arrives, we’ll take opinions and try things out, but at the end of the day it will be our decision on how to raise it, what things to try etc.
Yesterday, some bogan Barbie who worked at a newsagent decided
to tell me in no uncertain terms that I was going to have a huge baby and that
I would need all the luck I could get. This is pretty much how the conversation
went:
Me: Hi, just the two cards thanks.
Bogan Barbie: Sure (
scanning
and entering stuff in computer). So when are you due?
Me: In six weeks.
Bogan Barbie: (
Cue
dramatic eye roll) Oh wow, is it your first? You’re quite big; your baby is
going to be huge. Don’t they like, grow heaps in the last four weeks?
Me: Yes it’s our first and the baby is healthy, which is all
that matters.
Bogan Barbie: Well, good luck, you’re going to need it.
Me: Thanks.
Gee, thanks for that bit of helpful input, are you a doctor
that just moonlights as a rude chick that works at an Ashmore newsagency? You don't even know me!
I didn’t tell her that I thought she should go and see a
dermatologist for her awful patchy skin and smoker’s lines all over her face.
Nor did I tell her that she was in dire need of a trip to the hairdresser. I
just walked away.
I’ve also been told by people who obviously just like the
sound of their own voices, what sex my baby will be and how tired I look. Well,
considering I AM PREGNANT and due in six weeks, I am not surprised I look
tired, because I am! You would think that people should be trying to be overly
nice to pregnant women and tell them they look fantastic even if you don’t feel
or look it.
I had a business meeting this week at the workplace of a good friend of mine
and as I walked in the office she said “Hi Ash, how are you? You look great!” –
it was just the boost I needed.
I think hitting the awkward phase of the pregnancy has
affected me more than I thought it would. It is hard to sleep, sit, get
comfortable in any position and don’t even talk about my inability to dry
myself properly, shave my legs or do up shoes… and on top of all that I have to
endure the comments of imbeciles who think nothing of sharing their thoughts
about me or how it is delivered.
The blessing is that I know in a few small weeks, it will
all be over and we will finally get to meet Baby V.
So for now, unless you’re a friend or family member, keep
your opinions to yourself (if they aren’t of a constructive nature) because
this pregnant woman may just unleash her inner crazy at you – and that, I can
assure, will not be pretty.
