“September 22. It’s a girl. We haven’t decided on a name just yet.” If I weren’t already 38 weeks pregnant (due September 22!), I would probably put that on a T-shirt, just to skip the three most common questions I get from (very nice, well-meaning) people. However. There are other people out there, people who have the strangest and most hilarious ideas of what is appropriate to say to a pregnant lady. Here’s a small sampling, most from near strangers:
“Wow, you’re twice as big as the last time I saw you!” Um, thank you?
“Hey, chubby!” No I am not kidding.
“So do you have stretch marks?” Would . . . you like to check? Wait, never mind . . .
“Well, this will screw a lot of things up for you, huh?” I actually found this one hilariously refreshing.
At one point I complained to my husband, “It’s like these other women want some sort of validation that my pregnancy somehow mirrors theirs!” To which he responded, “Yes Elisabeth, humans like to bond with other people over shared experiences.”
Touché. I guess with pregnancy, I’ve discovered I’m a little superstitious — like talking about it too much, anticipating the baby (a girl!) too much will make it go away. It’s not that I’m not excited: this is exactly what we’ve been wanting. But it’s only in these last few weeks that I’ve been able to picture a face, to call the baby her instead of it, to say her name: Sarah, Sarah, Sarah . . .