So I feel like a massive whale. I was in a baby shop today looking at cots and I'm panting (from walking to the store... lol) and sat down in a rocking chair (which, BTW, was comfy). Anyways this lady walks up to me and I was saying stuff to Colin about "she this" and "she that" and the lady says "oh so you're having a girl?" - well I was all gushy and said "yeh" and she's like "oh, how far along are you?" and I smugly replied "almost 22 weeks". Well her face just dropped and she said "wow, you're huge" and I just stared at her, finally caught my breath and said "oh, how far along are you?". On that note she lifts her shirt to show straight skin - points at the tiniest of bumps and says "I'm 21 weeks!". I just stared at her, not know what to say. I should have had some snarky remark that her baby is small and mutated but I was just too offended. I've been so depressed all afternoon that I'm a massive whale now. So I googled 22 week pregnant pics and I'm no where near the size of most of them... she was just abnormally small. I don't think its fair that she made me feel so ashamed of my bump. I'm really down now. I've been indulging in my bump - its reasonably round, I've only gained 1-2kg overall and I haven't gained ANY weight anywhere else (other than my juicy boobies).
Why the hell would you do that? Every single pregnant woman that I've seen I say "oh how far along are you?" and once they reply the ONLY thing I say is "Wow! You look fabulous" and "congratulations". I could be lying out my arse but that doesn't matter; I'm not about to make a hormonal, uncomfortable pregnant woman who is doing an extremely important job gestating, feel bad about herself. I'm sure she'd be criticising herself enough and thus if I can do anything to make her feel remotely better, I do.
So fuck that skinny bitch in pram warehouse today.
That is all.
Why the hell would you do that? Every single pregnant woman that I've seen I say "oh how far along are you?" and once they reply the ONLY thing I say is "Wow! You look fabulous" and "congratulations". I could be lying out my arse but that doesn't matter; I'm not about to make a hormonal, uncomfortable pregnant woman who is doing an extremely important job gestating, feel bad about herself. I'm sure she'd be criticising herself enough and thus if I can do anything to make her feel remotely better, I do.
So fuck that skinny bitch in pram warehouse today.
That is all.