I'd like to share 2 stories:
1. A couple Saturdays ago I went on an Ornithology field trip. I talked Nate into going with me (& carrying my stuff).
Once there we ran into an acquaintance from my ASL 4 class who ended up hanging out with us.
I used my fatness/pregnancy as an excuse to hike slower, rest more often and, in general, take it easy.
Once the acquaintance found out I was preggo she and Nate traded off helping me up steep parts, helping me down steep parts, holding my stuff and overall acting as well-mannered servants.
It was quite nice.
2. Last Friday on my way to my car I was walking with a friend from work.
We were chatting and as we were getting to the parking lot she asked if I needed help.
I was a little slow on the uptake and was looking confused when she said she guessed I was doing just fine.
She explained she was wondering if she needed to help me down the 'stairs'- 2 very shallow cement steps.
It was at this point I realized I had made it.
I had reached the point (especially in the dress I was wearing) where the shape of my stomach suggested pregnancy- not just fatness...
I had reached the point where the world was filled with my slaves!!!
Now some of you will deny this but it is true- once you are visibly pregnant people will do almost anything for you.
Before I was pregnant I can guarantee that if a pregnant stranger asked me to carry her groceries, paint her toenails, take care of her kid, or feed her anything- I would have done it.
Why? BECAUSE SHE WAS PREGNANT!
She was a sacred vessel and all I had in my stomach was Taco Bell (PS name that movie).
Anyway so now I have reached this point and all I can say is "BWA HA HA!!!" (evil villain laugh)
You are all my slaves (except those of you also visibly pregnant).
Be prepared to do my bidding!
I'd like to share 2 stories:
1. A couple Saturdays ago I went on an Ornithology field trip. I talked Nate into going with me (& carrying my stuff). 
Once there we ran into an acquaintance from my ASL 4 class who ended up hanging out with us. 
I used my fatness/pregnancy as an excuse to hike slower, rest more often and, in general, take it easy. 
Once the acquaintance found out I was preggo she and Nate traded off helping me up steep parts, helping me down steep parts, holding my stuff and overall acting as well-mannered servants. 
It was quite nice.
2. Last Friday on my way to my car I was walking with a friend from work. 
We were chatting and as we were getting to the parking lot she asked if I needed help. 
I was a little slow on the uptake and was looking confused when she said she guessed I was doing just fine. 
She explained she was wondering if she needed to help me down the 'stairs'- 2 very shallow cement steps.
It was at this point I realized I had made it. 
I had reached the point (especially in the dress I was wearing) where the shape of my stomach suggested pregnancy- not just fatness...
I had reached the point where the world was filled with my slaves!!!
Now some of you will deny this but it is true- once you are visibly pregnant people will do almost anything for you. 
Before I was pregnant I can guarantee that if a pregnant stranger asked me to carry her groceries, paint her toenails, take care of her kid, or feed her anything- I would have done it. 
Why? BECAUSE SHE WAS PREGNANT! 
She was a sacred vessel and all I had in my stomach was Taco Bell (PS name that movie).
Anyway so now I have reached this point and all I can say is "BWA HA HA!!!" (evil villain laugh)
You are all my slaves (except those of you also visibly pregnant).
Be prepared to do my bidding!
3 comments:
This is my favorite post ever. I can't believe you look pregnant already! I wanna seeeeeeee!!!
Hahaha - I don't really recall anyone asking me if I needed help down stairs. I do remember people telling me not to take the stairs so as not to hurt myself or the baby. And I definitely had a lot more opening doors for me. And Carlin was my slave. I can't wait to see how cute you look at book club next week.
Ahh, you just made my day. Gotta love the built-in excuse to act whiny and desperately starving night or day.
Good times, good times.
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