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Is it just me, or does it feel like certain people are just hardwired to keep making the same mistakes no matter how many chances they get? It’s almost impressive how consistent they are at being underwhelming. Anyone else feeling this level of déjà vu lately?
-Eat more!
-How much are you actually eating?
-Your belly looks pretty big already...
-Maybe you should check your blood sugar levels just in case?!
-Don't eat that... please don't drink that.
-I had such a tiny bump back then; I was already on maternity leave by my fourth month, yet here you are at six months and still working hard.
-You should dress a bit warmer (even in the middle of summer 😲)
-I remember chatting with a coworker about pregnancy once, specifically about how sore my breasts were and those intense monthly cramps... 🙂
-The absolute worst moment was when an older colleague went to our manager and suggested they hire her daughter instead of me—just because I’m pregnant and they needed someone to fill my spot while I'm out on leave. I was right at the point where I expected a permanent contract offer! I honestly can't believe someone would think of that. To go against someone you work with like that... I get that she wants better for her daughter, but man, I'm pregnant and navigating this without a partner, and she's basically trying to engineer my exit. It's hard to wrap my head around how anyone could be that cruel and wish ill on someone just so their own kin can get ahead.
I never had any issues with people being affectionate toward my bump; one of my coworkers used to rub my belly all the time.
As for public transit, I’ve actually had quite a few positive experiences. On the bus, I find that the teenagers are usually the ones who jump up to give me a seat more often than the older folks or people in their 30s and 40s.
The only truly awful experience I had was on a crowded bus when a soldier standing next to me tapped a woman in her 40s on the shoulder, asking her to let me sit down since I'm pregnant and carrying grocery bags. She just snapped back at him, "It's not my fault she spread her legs." That was absolutely disgusting.
I haven't had to wait in a line since my bump started showing. I can't even remember the last time I stood in a queue.
Since my job requires me to run errands at places like Chase or Starbucks or the local Post Office, people almost always let me go ahead of everyone else. Or, at the very least, they make sure there's a chair available for me to sit in.