When did it become ok for male acquaintances to ask very specific questions of pregnant women like “do you have any cravings or food aversions?” or “why aren’t you showing yet” I’m not sure it will ever be ok, at least not with me. Now that most people have grown accustomed to the idea of their pregnant lesbian friend, they’ve stopped asking questions about the donor or using the phrase “turkey baster.” Unfortunately this means we’ve moved on to another phase: invasive and awkward questions about the pregnancy itself.
Note that I don’t mind one bit when our friends ask questions, and am likely guilty of over-sharing with all of them. I also don’t really mind when women who have had babies ask questions. It’s always comforting to share symptoms with those who have experienced them before.
But if you are either a man or a woman who has never been pregnant (and aren’t a close friend or family member), there are very few things you can say to a pregnant woman that won’t prompt a hormone-driven snarky response, even if it never escapes our lips. Some of the things you can (and are encouraged to) say:
- Wow – your thighs look so thin!
- Has your skin always been so lovely and acne-free?
- No, you’re not moody at all. You’re an absolute delight and I think you’re right…about everything.
- Let’s all have a 3rd cookie!!
A male acquaintance of mine actually told me earlier today that I “need to get [my] waddle on!” It is important to state that while he was telling me this and asking why there’s still no visible bump, this normally intelligent human being started stroking his imaginary baby belly and waddling back and forth like an idiot. It is also important to note that I still have 6 more months to go, so there is certainly plenty of time for waddling. I can assure you all that I will be big as a house by summer.
Moments after this bizarre encounter, I left to meet MKL for our 13-week appointment, where we also did our 1st trimester screening. The 1st trimester sreening involved a lengthy ultrasound and blood work, followed by a regular visit with our doctor. The results of the blood work won’t be in for a week, but everything on the ultrasound checked out fine. No, it was better than fine. It was amazing. Back in December when Doc confirmed our pregnancy, I cried when we saw the heartbeat. But that was nothing compared with hearing it. Not only did we hear the heartbeat, we got views from all angles, saw all kinds of organs and once again watched while our little monkey squirmed around and did its very special dance just for us (and Sheila the ultrasound tech). Of course the experience was not without a little humor. Apparently the monkey is just as stubborn as its moms. With all its fancy dance moves, it still took Sheila 15 minutes and some impressive twisting of the ultrasound scan to get our sweet thing turned for a proper profile shot. But it finally posed for the following beauty shot, and we’re absolutely in love.