I've noticed lately that people are just nicer to those who are pregnant. Whether it is the sales clerk at Longs, gas station attendant, co-workers, waitresses, random patrons on the street, they all greet me with a warm smile and follow it up with a nice comment about my belly. This is nice, especially when you are at Macy's checking out Coach purses and the sales lady randomly says she will take off $25 bucks... I did not realize that Macy's was a bartering kind of retailer. Now I know. Maybe the next time I start sweating over the price tag of those new jeans, I should try some haggling first. See how far they come down. Maybe I can even get them to throw in a new pair of shoes!
I like these people being friendly. It puts me in a better mood, especially at work. It makes me feel special. Being pregnant really is a big deal and people should recognize it. Of course, there are those people who see my belly and automatically look for my ring finger to make sure I have a man. They typically are women in their 40's and 50's at the grocery store who maybe think that I look young for carrying around a baby in my belly. When this occurs I will flash my bling, put another box of Raisin Bran into my cart, and stalk them through the store so they can see that I am using reusable shopping bags. The final surprise for them is when I get into my family friendly Volvo sedan. Okay, I don't really stalk them but I definitely throw off the ring finger to quiet their judgements. I don't like being judged.
What I do love is being pregnant. It is fun. I love feeling the baby move. She has the most impressive kicks. It is amazing to see my belly pop up and down. This is such a fun time for the hubb's and I. I love it.