Today, I wore a particularly bump-emphasizing ensemble. I thought I was getting my hair done, so I was excited about looking cute and pregnant and newly coiffed.
As it turns out, my hair appointment is tomorrow. I refuse to acknowledge baby brain on this one.
I went into the local Starbucks for a little mid-morning snack and was greeted with “Hey preggers!”
Yes. I suppose now there’s no mistaking this bump for too many beers and evenings on the couch. This is a baby bump. I’ll take Preggers over “Beer Gut” any day.
The barista then informed me that the other store manager had seen me walking down the street the day before, and had mentioned to him that “She’s really pregnant.”
As in, I’m pregnant in actuality? Or I’m visibly, noticeably pregnant?
Ahh the belly comments.
Later, I went to what I thought was my hair appointment. Someone at the salon took one look at my belly and said “Are you having a boy?”
“Nope. It’s a girl.”
“Your belly looks like a boy.”
Say wha?! My daughter is not even out of the womb, and already we are having gender confusion issues?
A while back, I might have jumped at this type of comment. I really wanted a boy first. Could the ultrasound be wrong?
But today, this comment almost offended me.
I can’t wait to meet our daughter. And maybe round two will be a boy. But I’m attached to the pictures I’ve already created of our little family and can’t imagine things going any other way.
Funny how fast things can change.