I constantly get these comments, "Is it twins?" "Are you sure???" "You're sure big!" "Your fourth! Wow!" "Aren't you so hot being pregnant in the summer?"
I really don't like strangers staring and commenting on my body. I find it so rude. When people comment on the twins/my hugeness, I just say, "You know, I never get tired of hearing that!" I thought this would get the message across without being too direct, but most people don't seem to get it at all that they've said anything wrong. I wish I had the guts to deny being pregnant when strangers bring it up. I would love to reverse the discomfort, but I can't bring myself to lie so directly about it.
I have my annoyances for all these comments. Yes, I live in the southern US and I'm due in July/August. Yes, I'm hot. Aren't you? It's 95 degrees with 80% humidity. Aren't you hot, too??? I think that's going to be my new stock response -- "Isn't everyone hot in this weather?"
When they give me big eyes for having my fourth child, yes that bugs me. I don't feel like four is that many. I'm not getting a show on TLC anytime soon. A generation or two ago, I wouldn't have raised an eyebrow. More than two or maybe three now, and I feel like people see me as some kind of weirdo. I like kids and wanted a big family. I wish more people could respond positively to this. And why on earth does EVERYONE who sees me without my other kids physically with me assumes that this is my first? That's one of those mysteries of pregnant interactions that I haven't figured out yet.
Coworkers focusing on it, yes, that's annoying, too. I went to a conference last month, and someone I barely know, a man, was looking at me and talking to the person next to him. When he saw me looking, he said, "Carrying low -- that means a boy, right?" And that made me so uncomfortable.
I try not to get too riled up about all this, because I have multiple friends who struggle with infertility and would love to have these problems, but they do wear on me sometimes. The stranger at the store might only have the conversation with me once, but I do this several times a day, every day.
I'm not hating being pregnant or anything, but I look forward to when the world won't treat me like nothing but a uterus again.
M/C at 8 weeks -- May 2000. DS #1 -- March 2001. DS #2 -- November 2002. (Ten year break!) DD -- October 2011. M/C at 8 weeks -- May 2013. Expecting #4 late July.