I am well aware that being pregnant means that I have a tendency to be over-sensitive. But really, when I am in the supermarket, and people I don't even know comment and have a discussion amongst themselves regarding the size of my stomach, a line has to be drawn.
And then there are the wonderful comments I get every single day, both from people I know and DON'T know, such as: "Wow, you are so much bigger this week than last week!" or the best, "How did THAT happen?" I presume that giving them an answer of how "my pregnancy" happened is not what they are looking for.
I'm pregnant. Six months pregnant. And in the next three months, my stomach is going to grow even bigger. I don't control the rate of the growth, and I certainly don't enjoy people making eye-contact with my stomach rather than my eyes. I feel like a freak-show, and I have three more months of this. I KNOW I AM PREGNANT, I KNOW THAT MY STOMACH HAS GROWN CONSIDERABLY, AS PREGNANT BELLIES ARE WONT TO DO, AND I KNOW THAT EACH WEEK, THERE IS PROBABLY GOING TO BE A NOTICEABLE DIFFERENCE FROM THE WEEK BEFORE.
People act as if they are pointing out something to me that I wasn't aware of. I have a mirror, I know what I look like, and am coming to terms with the fact that I am getting bigger, which isn't so pleasant or comfortable for me, given the fact that it took me a year to lose almost 20 kilos before i got pregnant. I am ecstatic about being pregnant, but don't get or understand the mystification that seems to make up people's reaction to my expanding belly.
There, I feel much better now.
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