I feel like I have the words ‘fragile pregnant lady’
scrawled across my forehead and have come to accept that that’s not such a bad
thing.
Since my belly has ‘popped’ and it is obvious to everyone
that I am expecting, I have had people falling over themselves to help me out.
Last week, I had the feral job of doing a mass office
supplies shop at OfficeWorks. I had three bags and a box to wrangle to the car.
Unfortunately one of the bags I had fell to the ground, the contents spilling
out everywhere.
Immediately a helpful young lad who was walking into the
store stopped and helped me pick up my wares and asked me if he could help take
my bags to the car for me. I politely declined but thanked him very much for
stopping and for the offer.
I don’t know why but even though I know I am pregnant and I
know people want to help me, I feel bad accepting their offer.
So I decided to get over it and accept some kindness!
A few days after the OfficeWorks incident, I did some grocery shopping at Ferry Rd Markets. I had 4 bags and a carton of sparkling water and no trolley (because my baby brain forgot to get one as I walked in).
A few days after the OfficeWorks incident, I did some grocery shopping at Ferry Rd Markets. I had 4 bags and a carton of sparkling water and no trolley (because my baby brain forgot to get one as I walked in).
The check-out chick looked at me and said “I’ll get one of
our guys to help take your bags to your car for you” and as much as I wanted to
say “no, it’s okay” I told her thank you very much. Quick as a flash, she
commissioned one of her male co-workers to be my pack-horse and we were on our
way.
He even made small talk about when I was due and was I
finding out the sex? He then told me about his nine-month old daughter who had
changed his life and how he couldn’t remember anything about life before she
was born. Very sweet!
This morning was another example – I had our refurbished
nursery furniture delivered to our house. I would usually have helped unload
the pieces out of the van, but I just sat back and watched as they were
unloaded and taken into our house by the painter and her assistant.
So all in all, I have found that I am actually pretty happy
to be ‘fragile pregnant lady’ and grateful for the assistance I’ve been given
to date. I know I can only milk it for so long, so I may as well make the most
of it hey!?
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