Tuesday, February 21, 2012

What did you say?

Fences. Commonwealth Ave.

I had coffee with a friend who is going through a rough patch with her boyfriend.  Oh man.  I feel for her!  We've all been there.  I know I have.  I remember dating guys (before my husband!) and having those is-he-the-one thoughts and the where-is-this-going thoughts and the anxiety that can go along with all that thinking.  Feels so icky.  I remember going through a particular break-up and being almost paralyzed with anxiety and fear of change... of starting over... of the unknown... of being alone.  What is it about being alone that is so scary?  Who knows.  It's funny, though.  Looking back at those relationships and comparing it to the one I have now... I am so glad I went through that heartache and that anxiety.  Because if I hadn't, I might not have met my husband.  I might have stayed in a not-so-great relationship.  All of those not-so-great relationships brought me to this great relationship.  And for that, I am grateful. 

In other news... another pregnant friend of mine sent me a link to the funniest blog about things you wish you could say while pregnant.  I had tears running down my face while reading them.

Am I pregnant with twins?  No.  I am huge, huh?  Am I really?  Is this you being nice?  Because I can be nice, too.  I hate your ass face.

You know what, older-lady-at-the-grocery-store, I am not having this baby any minute now.  I am having this baby in 8 weeks.  OK?  You smell like Vick's Vapor-Rub and cats, and I want to move away from you before I throw up on your padded nylon ankle boots.

I am allowed to have 250 mg of caffeine per day.  If you give me one more dirty look for buying this latte, skinny whore in the black skirt, I will karate punch you in your damn neck.

And my personal favorite...
I am so glad you felt you wanted to share your labor story with me.  But I am trying to eat breakfast so could we please discus your mucous plug a little later?

If you've been pregnant, I am sure you can relate.  What is the most offensive thing someone has said or done to you?  Mostly it's been the comments on my size.  If you think I am huge, keep it to yourself.  If you can't believe I still have 3 weeks to go, keep it to yourself.  If you think I am the most beautiful pregnant woman to walk the planet (ha!), by all means, let me know!


  1. Oh my word these are hilarious!!! There was a woman at my gym when I was pregnant who used to tell me all the time about her friend that was due the same time as me but was much smaller than me. She kept going on and on about how much bigger I was than her and maybe I was due sooner. No lady...I'm just huge thanks!

  2. i can absolutely relate on the first part. the heartache & pain, and being oddly thankful for it or else you wouldn't be the person you are today. who happens to be the person that an amazing guy fell head over heels for & it's simply perfect now! even if it wasn't then.
    the second part i cannot relate to [yet], but my mom [a mom of four] has told me since forever to NEVER comment on the size of pregnant bellies. so, i'll stick with the 'yay for baby almost being here!' comments!


  3. Oh these are too great. I used to HATE the dirty looks people gave me when I got a latte. I faltered between feeling like I was doing something horrible, and defending myself. I tried to just ignore them.

    I had the opposite problem- there were worries about the baby not growing well, so when people would say "Oh my gosh you're so SMALL! I can't believe you are full term" I would feel awful.

    I agree with Aislin. The best thing is to just share excitement. Love this post!


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