It absolutely amazes me at some of the things that total strangers (or even not so total strangers) will say to a pregnant lady. So far, on multiple occassions, I have faced the following comments regarding this fabulous blessing:
-"But why are you so big? Is everything okay?"
-"My friend is the same number of months, and she's MUCH smaller than you"
-"Wow, from the back you sure can tell you're pregnant"
-"You have HOW many more months? Oh. wow. You're gonna be REALLY uncomfortable"
-"You look like your ready to pop...any day now right?"
And then there's my personal favorite:
-"Are you SURE you're not having twins?"
Oh...no...actually I'm not sure. Gee...maybe I should ask about that. At the risk of sounding like one of those crazy hormonal women...What are these people thinking??? Honestly!! Who says things like that..and more importantly...what kind of response are they expecting?? I'm a fairly low-confrontational person. I've gotten very good at smiling and laughing it off..but honestly now, it's starting to amaze me.
Even if you're thinking it.....that doesn't mean you're supposed to SAY it. Everyone knows that when it comes to telling a pregnant lady how she looks...you LIE through your teeth! The answer is ALWAYS...wow, you look GREAT! NO EXCEPTIONS!
I'm open for some new responses to the less informed members of society. Any suggestions?
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Last Trip Before Fatherhood
Not to jump back on the fatherhood bandwagon or anything (for those of you who are bored by this talk, please excuse my constant expressions of excitement and fear... writing about it keeps me from driving Amy totally insane) but I am back on the topic for this post.
This weekend was the best ever. My amazing wife conspired secretly with two of my best friends and former roommates from college to send us on a trip to Miami Beach for a long weekend. So she dropped me off at the train station, handed me an itinerary and told me that I was meeting Pete and Sargon at the beach. WOO HOOOO! We basically went to bed at 3:00 or 4:00 every night and sat on the beach each day. 80 degrees; breezy; and beautiful water. And all that came complete with even better people-watching than Las Vegas. I felt woefully out of place due to the fact that I don't have tattoos covering half my body; was not wearing a speedo; and had not had at least three plastic surgeries. But we had one of the more amazing dinners (a Cuban restaurant over in Coral Gables named Cacao) I've ever had in my life; got a good amount of sun; and enough going-out time to last me until next year when the three of us meet up again in France for Pete's wedding.
Which brings me back to the fatherhood thing. As much as I enjoyed this trip, I couldn't help but think how awesome it is going to be in a couple of years when we take "family vacation" and I get to chuck my kid around in the waves instead of just randomly people-watching. I'm sitting here in the airport waiting for my flight back to Atlanta surrounded by three families with small kids, and I think Amy and I (and my brother Mark, and my buddies Pete and Sargon) will enjoy that kind of vacation probably just as much. It'll be a bit different, in that we probably won't eat as much or as fancy of food, and most definitely won't be out until 4:00 in the morning... but fun city tours; hotel pools; and "exotic" kids meals will be a whole new adventure.
I can't wait.
-kb
This weekend was the best ever. My amazing wife conspired secretly with two of my best friends and former roommates from college to send us on a trip to Miami Beach for a long weekend. So she dropped me off at the train station, handed me an itinerary and told me that I was meeting Pete and Sargon at the beach. WOO HOOOO! We basically went to bed at 3:00 or 4:00 every night and sat on the beach each day. 80 degrees; breezy; and beautiful water. And all that came complete with even better people-watching than Las Vegas. I felt woefully out of place due to the fact that I don't have tattoos covering half my body; was not wearing a speedo; and had not had at least three plastic surgeries. But we had one of the more amazing dinners (a Cuban restaurant over in Coral Gables named Cacao) I've ever had in my life; got a good amount of sun; and enough going-out time to last me until next year when the three of us meet up again in France for Pete's wedding.
Which brings me back to the fatherhood thing. As much as I enjoyed this trip, I couldn't help but think how awesome it is going to be in a couple of years when we take "family vacation" and I get to chuck my kid around in the waves instead of just randomly people-watching. I'm sitting here in the airport waiting for my flight back to Atlanta surrounded by three families with small kids, and I think Amy and I (and my brother Mark, and my buddies Pete and Sargon) will enjoy that kind of vacation probably just as much. It'll be a bit different, in that we probably won't eat as much or as fancy of food, and most definitely won't be out until 4:00 in the morning... but fun city tours; hotel pools; and "exotic" kids meals will be a whole new adventure.
I can't wait.
-kb
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