It's the expectation of what a seven months pregnant woman should look like, that made the girl at the cash register call me "tiny".
First, she threw me off with "So when are you due?", right after she asked me if I would like some shampoo they had at a discount. If I'd bought tampons and she'd asked me when my period was, I would have felt the same punch in the stomach.
I told her at the end of February it's going to be the happy day. {Although I'm sure both of us are going to be in a lot of crying}. And here she goes. "You are so tiny!" {It's the skinny maternity jeans that distribute the baby flat in the belly.}
I have never been called tiny. Since I was little, I was always on the bigger end of the spectrum, the only thing that stopped my self-esteem from shattering was the fact that my best friend was a little "less tiny" than me. But she was also more brilliant. But soon she went on to become this hot babe and left me in the dust of her sexy feet, to enjoy the first position in something: now I was the bigger one.
I had my moments of glory, don't get me wrong. Whenever I could eat soup and run the whole day. My husband thinks I'm still "the cat's meow", but for all others that don't have the line between my mind-blowing personality and body blurred, I still have to do a little bit of work on the first to compensate for the second. But I will get it back, the treadmill and I have an understanding. In the meantime, I desperately need my husband to tell me I still got it when he's turning me from one side to another in bed at night and cuts my toenails because my hands cannot reach in the southern hemisphere of my belly.
But for once in my life, my butt is smaller than my belly. It's the reference {I like to generalize, makes me feel safe}. In reference to my belly, everything else looks smaller.
And here is the nice girl that doesn't even know me and still she calls me "tiny". Wait a second...what do you mean "tiny"? Is the baby not big enough? Is he going to be sick or something? I don't want my baby to be tiny, I want my baby to be just the right size! Please take your "tiny" back, thank you very much, and come up with something that would let me know for sure that my baby is just fine.
It gets even better. We mentioned to the priest in our church the boy we're expecting and he says: "Oh, congratulations! I had no idea." I'm standing right in front of him, with my seven-month belly staring him in the eye. To his credit, our bellies are about the same size, so maybe he's used to the idea of "seven-month size not pregnant bellies". He confessed that he refuses to assume anything about a woman's condition unless he is absolutely sure.
I don't know if there is a safe way to give compliments to a pregnant woman. Maybe this. "If there was ever a perfect seven-month pregnant woman, it's you!". But you better be sure she's in seven months.
On another note, I was lucky to be interviewed by the lovely ladies over at Scrapbook Creations around Town, Toya and Shawnte, that offer a "seven-month belly" worth of giveaway. Please check out their blog and leave a comment to enter the drawing.
Thanks for stopping by and hope your week is still going strong,
