These pants are now solely being held up by a belly band. There is no zipping or buckling about it anymore. P.S. This is a pic from a few weeks ago (14 weeks). I'm much poofier now.
It's all been worth it to see this munchkin. (10 weeks)
I haven't been pregnant for very long. As my hubby so innocently reminded me the other day, I'm not even half-way there yet. (Nice one, hubs!;)) However, I do think I've picked up a little wisdom along the 4+ months of pregnancy I've experienced so far. Plus, I've been able to glean some little pearls of wisdom from the other, oh, bajillion friends who have had/are also having babies recently.
So, without further ado, I give you a guide to navigating the dangerous waters of Interaction with Preggos.(Just a quick note--these guidelines are meant to be humorous, not offensive. I mean, they could save your life, but just... you know... take them with a grain of salt.)
First, a few reminders of pre-pregnancy tactfulness:
(1) Avoid interrogation about unborn children.You never know what's going on with a couple. Some couples legitimately don't want to start a family until well into their 7th year of marriage. I mean, I can't really blame them. "Just the two of us" time is hard to let go of. Heck, some couples don't ever want to fill their household with tiny baby screams. And to each their own, because I know enough to know that life is hard and doesn't get any easier with kiddos. But some couples really do want to produce a human that looks a little like each of them, and they try really hard for a really long time. So, what I'm trying to say is, as well intentioned and non-chalant as the question, "So when are you gonna have kids of your own?" may be... It's sometimes a hard pill to swallow. Just to clear the air, I didn't have a problem with that question. I think that kind of question comes from a certain subculture of the US, and it's a subculture that I happen to have some roots in. So, I never really realized that it was a touchy area until I started making babies of my own. And despite not being the quickest baker of baby buns ever, that question never made me shed great tears of sadness. Mostly because (a) I knew that it was only fair that I do my fair share of waiting for a baby when I had friends who'd tried for much longer, and (b) the question usually came from very sweet individuals. However, for some people it probably would make them cry out in the night. And for any of you who have ever gone through the heartsickness of not knowing why your body isn't working properly and can't produce some offspring for any extended period of time, you can certainly understand why. So avoiding that question, as tempting as it is to ask it when there is a lapse in conversation, is probably the best way to handle the sticky-sitch.
(2) Do not point out early signs of pregnancy, especially before the big announcement. Birth control and the stopping thereof can do some crrrrazy things to a body. As a result, sometimes "signs of pregnancy" may just be signs of changing hormones. Or some of us just may have a great love of the sweeties. (Yeah, ME!!!) These roller-coastering hormones (or excessive intake of pasta and donuts) may produce some changes that make one look a little bit like she's on the verge of puberty again. My pre-pregnancy woe was pizza face (remember this post?). Luckily I didn't have to deal with gaining back my baby fat until after I got pregnant (more on that later). No, I kinda slid the other way after cutting off my supply of the pill. I lost a bunch of weight and had a 10-year-old boy bum for 7 months. Either way you slide, wacko hormones are fun stuff. So the trick is to never ask a lady if she is pregnant until it has either been announced from the source herself or a reliable third party. I mean, who doesn't remember that part from "Two Weeks Notice" where handsome Hugh sticks his foot in his mouth with the secretary applicant... twice-times? Yeah, not a fun situation to be in. Also, offering unsolicited weight-loss or skincare advice is a huge no-no. I mean we already know that you know we put on a couple of pounds or are breaking out like a 15-year-old, but the delusion of others' obliviousness is a beautiful (thin) layer of rose-colored glass which should not be broken. EVER.
Okay, now approaching fully pregnant women (and bear in mind that the examples given are a mixture of personal experience and observed experiences from others):
(3) Do not point out pregnancy symptoms. Period. For some of us, once the hormones, weight of a humongous uterus + growing baby, increased blood, and nightmares do fun things to our skin (i.e. acne, stretch marks, dark under-eye circles, and varicose veins), that then becomes the straw that can break the camel's back at any time. Not only are hormones making many of us a little touchier than usual (okay, maybe more than a little), but some of us have to deal with actually looking like we are carrying around another person + food supply for said other person, and that our hormones are bouncing around like pin-balls on steroids and wreaking havoc in very noticeable places. So saying things like, "Aw, I see that baby pudge! So cute!", "Are you breaking out?!", "What are those things you're wearing on your legs?", "You look like hell! Are you sleeping?"---these things are probably not your best options for convo-starters. They are, however, great conversation enders. Just hopefully for the unfortunate speaker of these words, the conversation doesn't end with a round-house kick to the trachea.
(4) No touchy. Belly bands, compression stockings, granny panties, baggy shirts, stretchy pants--lots of layers of fabric go into being pregnant on a daily basis. And there are two reasons for that. (1) Some of these layers are absolutely essential. Belly bands hold my pants up when I can't button them & compression stockings keep my legs from feeling like water tower holding tanks. And (2) when you just feel big all of the time, extra layers or baggier layers keep things hidden that you would rather not have seen. Therefore, it is important that those layers stay intact and are understood by others. No, I don't love wearing lots of clothes while feeling like a blimp in 95 degrees with 90% humidity. But ya do what ya gotta do. What makes it bearable is when I'm given a little breathing room. That means as much as one would like to touch a preggo belly, resist the urge! And make sure that every layer of clothing a pregnant woman has so painstakingly put together stays in its place at all times. No trying to sneak peaks of the belly either. It will probably produce the same unfortunate results as the worse-case scenario from guideline #3. Pain.
(5) Only happy thoughts. When talking to a fellow preggo, I like to ask myself WWMEPSD? What would my emotional pregnant self do? If I plan on saying something to a pregnant woman that is meant as a compliment, but it could possibly be construed in any other way, I don't say that thing. Maybe the pregnancy glow comes from an accumulation of wonderful things said and well wishes sent to the bearer of the baby. And that's as it should be. So if you see a pregnant lady who is not glowing, give that girl a compliment and some ice cream. But make sure the ice cream is nice and frozen and that compliment is not backhanded. Or you might get back-handed. (Goodness, so much violence!)
(6) Leave the naming to the parents. Everyone loves asking what you will name your baby. And then giving suggestions if you don't have a response. And that's understandable. Naming a human being has got to be the coolest thing in the world! But if you want to avoid any kind of awkwardness, just wait until the parents announce the baby's name. If a mother-to-be has picked out a name and is not keeping it a secret (there are a lot of potential name-stealers out there, ya know?), then she will make that name known to the WORLD! Seriously, it will be everywhere! On the wall in the nursery that you will find pictures of all over Facebook, zooming around as her computer desktop's screensaver, written on her hand, tattooed on her belly... you name it. But if you haven't heard what the baby's name will be, it's probably because (a) the parents don't have a name yet and feel like slackers when you ask, or (b) the parents are keeping the name hidden like a magical sparkly prince(ss) crown, only to be revealed at the birth of the child when it will then be placed upon the child's bald, red head. I made the mistake of asking this question at a baby shower a few weeks ago, and I felt awkward about it for about 5 hours afterwards. Seriously, I could hardly even concentrate through "The Dark Knight Rises" because I kept analyzing the future-mommy's response and kicking myself for asking that question.
(7) Just don't... when possible... Watch her when she weighs herself, ask her how much weight she's gained, tell her she's lucky that her pregnancy is "easy," drink her non-caffeinated, non-diet sodas from the fridge, tell her she's being irrational, put her in charge of awkward situations or any situations involving salespeople, ask her questions you know she doesn't know that answer to, make her wait for any meal, make her wait to use the restroom, ask her if she needs to pee (even if she probably does), let her drive during rush hour, try to read her mind, try to ask her questions so you don't have to read her mind, leave lots of cookies within her reach, hide the cookies from her... This could go on for a long time. And I am seeing a lot of similarities with this and a list of Don'ts for when women are PMSing as well. Just use the good sense that God gave you (or borrow some if you don't feel you were given sufficient for this particular circumstance), and you should be just fine!
I hope this list helps us all to avoid some close encounters with the pregnant kind! Pregnant women everywhere--may the force be with you! And husbands of said pregnant women--may the force, some sanity-inducing hobby, and a lot of luck be with you as well!
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I just have to add, on a more serious note, how grateful I am for Clint and his support. He's had a crazy schedule lately-- on call at the hospital for surgeries, long days of studying, days of standing for hours and hours in freezing OR rooms... But this past weekend he took the whole weekend to spend time with me (and Christine, holla!). Then Sunday, after home teaching, he came home while I was taking a nap and very sneakily cleaned the whole house, started the laundry, and took Snooki for a walk. Then Monday before his night shift at the hospital he finished all of the laundry, unloaded the dishwasher, and made the bed to save me the work. I just adore that guy!