Saddle Up. The Hormonal Pregnant Woman Is At It Again.

I know that some of my friends read this blog so that should make things interesting. All I can really say is that this is how I feel uncensored.


Sometimes I feel like, as a stay at home mom, I get left out of the pack. I'm the first out of my friends to become a mom. I feel like there are times when they don't know what to with or about me so they just disappear. This started happening when I was pregnant with my son. I really don't think I have changed all that much since the miracle of life graced my family. I'm still the same sarcastic person I was when they met me. I just have a bit more responsibility now. Yes, my priorities have shifted but to me it's a good thing. 


A big pet peeve of mine is that some people act like I am broken, as opposed to being pregnant. That leads to them deciding what I can and can not do. I do not need people informing me of what my limitations are. I also don't appreciate it being an excuse as to why I'm never asked to do anything. How about this, you ask me if I want to do something or if I feel up to it and I will tell you one way or they other. Believe me, I won't hold back.


I wouldn't be so ticked about this if it hadn't been something that I recently ran into. I was invited to a going away party at a pub and I opted to go since it sounded like a ton of fun. Throughout the evening comments were made by a particular individual that pissed me off, but for the sake of the evening I held my tongue. That particular individual mentioned wanting to go dancing. I was then informed by someone else that that wouldn't be possible since I was pregnant. The response by the suggesting party was that I could just sit and watch on the side. Way to tell me what I can and can't do followed by ' how did you know that's how I wanted to spend my friggin evening?'. There were a couple of offhanded comments made during the rest of the evening by the same person (who I really don't know, mind you) but I brushed it off. At the end of the night I was asked by him if I could really buckle my seat belt "because of how huge" I am. Oh yes, that is a quote. He called me huge. Needless to say the evening reinforced the thought that being a recluse isn't such a bad idea. 


When I tried to talk to one of my friends that was there that night about what was bugging me I was brushed off with a  "Oh he just doesn't like pregnant women". Once again, yes that is a quote. I'm still trying to wrap my mind around  that while not becoming pissed off, but I tell ya it is not an easy task. I don't give a sweet flying fuck if you don't like pregnant women. I really really don't. I was pleasant all evening even though I felt like a beach ball and was being treated like an inconvenience. I am SO sorry that I chose to procreate with my husband. You will have to excuse me for making YOU uncomfortable and therefore snarky just because I'm pregnant.