- If one more person asks me when my due date is, especially if they see me on a regular basis, I think I'll just make up something totally random, like June 32. When people realize that my due date is near a very important day in their life and ask me to wait until that day to give birth, are they expecting that I will hide myself in the forest with three fairies that will take care of my every need and then emerge triumphantly, with child in arms, after slaying the dragon of child birth, on a date that I somehow chose?
- Being pregnant somehow allows people to say all sorts of random comments to me. What is it about being around a pregnant woman that makes normally smart people lose their minds? Do people really think that it's OK to share with me the details of their child's birth or random parenting stories in the produce section of the local grocery store? As far as I know, you could be telling me to comb my hair with a fork. We know the anatomy behind our impending event and have already researched and planned accordingly.
- I stopped to get some gas and the attendant nearly jumped over the counter and began to rub my belly. How is it possible that my growing belly is community property? Would he have touched me otherwise? Will The Genie pop out and grant him three wishes because he rubbed my growing belly? If that were the case, my husband would have tried to wish for more wishes months ago. Don't touch me. I understand the appeal, but if you must touch, please ask first.
- Don't scowl at me or act surprised when learning of our parenting choices. When will people understand that natural isn't archaic and artificial is not necessarily better? We will cloth diaper our daughter until she is toilet trained. I will breastfeed her past the first year of her life. I will wear her like Chicha wore Yupi in "The Emperor's New Groove." Chicken nugget kid's meals from prominent fast food chains will not be a part of her diet. This is a lifestyle we've chosen, not a passing fad. Please don't tell us how soon we'll give up in favor of convenience. Even better, we are not continuing this parenting style because you say we can't. We believe this is what is best for our family.
- Commenting on how small or large my belly is, or telling me that I'm still high or the baby has dropped does not make me feel better. Every pregnancy is different. Every woman is different. Every pregnant woman is beautiful. Just tell me I'm "the fairest of them all" and I won't ask the hunter to follow you into the woods and bring back your heart.
- Contrary to popular belief, I really do like being pregnant. Feeling her move around inside me is probably one of the things I will miss most. I will also miss the ability to unbashfully eat as much as I want, whenever I want. (Put the ice cream on the table and walk away slowly!) Please don't criticize me because I want this to end. I understand that there are women who try desperately to conceive a child and would gladly be in my shoes, but give them 38+ weeks of this and they, too will feel as I do. We want to meet our daughter. We want to see who she looks like. We can't wait feed her, change her, and take her to Disney World.
- Yes, we are taking her to Disney World. If she decides to be born on her due date, she will be just over three months old on a trip we planned after finding out that we were expecting. Our family loves the parks and we go every year, sometimes more than once. I am an obsessive trip planner, and we know what to expect, so this trip will be easy. Yes, I worry about germs, but we'll take the same precautions on protecting her as we would visiting church on Sunday and the shopping mall on Saturday. Call the Mythbusters team; I'll wager that they find Disney World to be cleaner than most places people take their children on a regular basis.
- "Text me/call me when you go into labor!" Um, no. We aren't telling anyone when we are headed to the hospital. Birth is a very private time, and we don't want people in the delivery or waiting rooms, playing Statler and Waldorf (the balcony gents on "The Muppets") while we bring a new life into the world. We will let you know when she is born.
- Telling us that we must have a third child because the first two are girls, before I've given birth to the second girl is not cool. Girls are awesome. If we decide that we aren't Pongo and Perdita, and two children are enough for us, that is our decision. Don't look at us like sympathetically because we aren't having a son this time. We are fine with two happy, healthy girls.
I'm sure this isn't the post you expected, but I'm 9+ months pregnant, irritable, hungry and tired. "Beautiful, kind and gentle, and loving and softness and sweetness, and candy and gum" type posts will return after our baby arrives and I have had the chance to get a little bit of rest. Until then...
Stay Crunchy, Friends!