Monday, September 29, 2014
So I have now hit the sixth months mark in my first pregnancy. After an extremely sickly start, in which kettle chips and spaghetti hoops were the only things to satiate the nausea, I am now back on track, swimming five times a week and cooking healthily. So many things about pregnancy amaze me, from the not so good – who knew acid reflux could be so persistent – to the miraculous, like watching my stomach bounce around by its own free will.
What else has amazed me, in the not so positive manner, is people. Don’t get me wrong there are so many wonderful, supportive people out there who offer nothing but words of encouragement. But there are others that for some reason believe the conception of a child has melted away any physical insecurities or doubts I have about my body, while giving them absolute free reign to say anything they want. This is me at 6 months. (Please excuse the mess) I have deliberately not posted photos of my bump anywhere like facebook as I am so sensitive about my weight. Luckily I don’t need friends to tell me I’m big- strangers are perfectly happy to!
I have had countless – “Wow you’re enormous.” “This can’t be your first baby.” ‘You’ve put loads of weight on your hips and bum haven’t you?” “I was lucky, I wasn’t like you, I stayed really small my whole pregnancy.”
Why? Why is that okay because I’m pregnant? I don’t understand. Did I miss the memo where curtsey and basic manners were allowed to be skipped if you could tell someone was carrying? Can I get a copy of it please so I can tear it into a thousand tiny pieces and throw it back at the people who repeatedly say; “Have you thought about when you’re going to exercise properly again? I mean you are going to have a lot of weight to lose.” “How much weight have you gained?”
There has never been a time when I would comment on a stranger’s weight, and with friends it would only ever be to compliment how they are looking, never mention the extra few pounds that may have appeared over a holiday period. It is bizarre, and no matter how these people view it at the time it is downright rude. If you want to show an interest ask me questions ask about nursery designs or whether I know the sex. Ask what I’m looking forward to, how much she kicks or make a joke about sleepless nights.
But unless you think it’s okay that someone comments on that little bit of overhang at the top of your jeans, or all your other list on insecurities please stop telling me that I’m enormous.