I almost did it. I almost made it the ENTIRE pregnancy without a complete and total stranger either insulting me OR touching me unsolicited. ALMOST.
First, Office Depot. Young sales guy. Comes up and says, "WHOA...you havin' TWINS???" Time to teach. Me: "No...and you're RUDE." Him: (completely SHOCKED) "I WAS? Really? I was just trying to be funny..." The look on his face was SO sincere and shockingly sorrowful, I was really nice and explained that NEVER does a woman want to be construed as BIG when she is already thus. He apologized several more times. Taught.
Then, Walmart. (I know, my fault for going there in the first place.) I was looking for Louisiana Hot Sauce. There is not a sign in grocery for such an item or any other hot sauce. SUDDENLY, there is a woman in front of me:
"It's a BOY, isn't it? I know it's a boy!!"
Me: "Ummm...no..."
Her: "Oh, well I carried THREE boys just like you're carrying now..." THEN SHE REACHES RIGHT OUT AND GRABS THE BABY BELLY. Nice. Yes, I backed up.
She went ON and on about her own pregnancies and folks, I had not previously, or ever talked to her, seen or or smiled at her. Just a random mugging, I guess! If this had not been my last stop and me SO bloated and exhausted I would have been more gracious. Not so, however. Too bad. My lack of enthusiasam and responses got across fast. Sigh!
Starting Sunday night, been "fist tummy" off and on. I assume these are Braxton Hicks Contractions...they don't HURT hurt, but everything is so tight that it's incredibly uncomfy. Especially when you're trying to get stuff done. Or just walk. Heh.
Other joys for now is that my hands and feet will randomly go numb. Wheeee!
AND the last baby shower took place last Sunday and the pictures literally make me look quite Jabba-ish. Which is fine...it goes with the territory...but DUDE...seriously.
Lily refuses to kick...all rolls and pokes now. I love it. I love sitting with my hand on my stomack and suddenly it gets pushed outward about two inches. I push her right back! Well, she has to learn!
Besides all that, it's all quite miserable and annoying and my temper and moods are short and cranky. Daddy Billy takes it all happily and in stride and you can SO tell he's ready for me to be done with it all.
ME TOO! Anyone want to make some bets as to whether or not I make it the next ELEVEN DAYS? Ha.
Love,
Kimmer
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