Yet ANOTHER Careless Observer

Alright, so it's been a short while, but I simply haven't had anything to write about. Today, boy was I lucky to get some material to share with all of you.

As I was waiting for my class today, I sat down with some of my classmates who are aware of my pregnancy. It's an interesting class as a whole because about half of the class are parents which is actually quite unusual for BYU-Idaho. One guy had a baby just before the semester, another just a couple weeks ago, and two more have babies coming this summer. It's quite fun.

Anyway, I was talking with one of the guys who's wife is pregnant and he very kindly asked me how I was feeling. I thought it was a nice gesture and though I generally don't like to share pregnancy details with the public, I told him I was feeling well even though the nausea hadn't allowed me to eat much of anything and I was starving. I figured I didn't have much reason to complain anyway. He was suprised and expressed how great he thought that was.

Stopping right there, would've been a good idea since I wasn't planning to share anymore anyway, but no. He proceeds to open his mouth and say probably the first thing that anyone has said to truly offend me. He said, "well that's good. At least you're not showing...very much."

You can imagine the shocked look on my face. As far as I'm aware, I'm only 10 weeks pregnant and you really show any outward sign of pregnancy in the form of a belly until you're a little further along.

I guess I could've been polite and explained to him that it wasn't that I was showing and that I was just fat, but I probably would've come off sarcastic and made the situation more weird then it already was. Instead, I brushed the comment off by saying "yeah, so far I've been really lucky" and assuming that he wasn't trying to hurt my feelings.

As we entered the classroom, the class that was occupying the room before us was cleaning up the treats they had from celebrating the last day of class. One guy said that he had some extra brownies and wondered if anyone wanted some. The first person to voulenteer thier digestive system for the job was my earlier pregnancy conversation buddy. I followed him thinking that since I hadn't been able to eat that pot pie at lunch because of the smell, that any sustinence was welcome.

As he devoured that browine with all the haste as a pack of starving wolves, he made a comment to the brownie donater that they wouldn't last long because of the pregnant people in our class (psst...I'm the only pregnant one). The brownie man said, "you'd better be careful what you say." Spoken wisdom. Once again, if it was left there, that would be fantastic, but no. This guy, now almost finished with the over-sized brownie says, "I am being careful. It's okay my wife's pregnant so I can say that."

WHAT? I wasn't aware that there was some kind of co-sharing that could exist in pregnancy. I guess I should've learned about it sooner because then Ian and I could take turns with the morning sickness so I can actually eat once in a while. Why didn't anyone tell me?!?

Well, any reasonable person knows better than that. I guess he thinks the experience of someone close to him qualifies to speak in thier behalf. The weird thing is I'm almost sure that if his wife were there, she probably wouldn't make the same type of comment.

In other news...

Ian and I will be going to the doctor on Friday and we'll get to hear the baby's heartbeat for the first time. Stay tuned...