Well, as you know I’m pregnant. Some of you know how much weight I’ve gained, others have no idea. Nearing the end of this journey of baby number two, I feel round and uncomfortable. And those that stare at you like you just killed someone, do not make me feel anymore comfortable or less round.
It’s like no matter how old you look, what you wear, and where you are; people stare at your damn belly. Like, oh sorry. Let me cover this basketball sized belly of mine so you can stare at someone else that doesn’t look “normal.”
Why do they stare? It’s not just females either, men do the same thing. Yeah, my boobs are three times the size they used to be but so isn’t this round belly underneath them.
I guess I just don’t get it. I don’t mind the people that smile after because it feels like they’re smile is a congratulations without words. That makes me smile back and feel better about waddling through the isles of a grocery store.
I realize I look young but they also just assume I’m really young too. I grew up with my dad always telling me, “If you assume something, you’re making an ass out of you and me.” Or whatever you’re assuming because typically you have not a clue about something and you’re just throwing a random idea out there. No facts, no knowledge.
You’re simply just an ass for staring at my pregnant belly and ASSuming too many false things. Sorry my life isn’t “picture perfect” but I can guarantee neither is the grouchy looking woman that’s staring at me in isle 8 of Wal-Mart.