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The Things People Say When You're Pregnant


 A few of the funny/random/rude/odd things I've heard in the past 8 months:

General statements and questions:

Once you're a mom, that's all you are. (Completely untrue and kind of depressing actually)

Your husband will see...you'll be getting rid of that office [for the baby].
(The office was originally set up for me to work from home and for us to both have our computer space...and it remains intact)

Is that a real baby in there? (Nope I just got fat, and JUST in my stomach.)

How are you doing without coffee? (HAHAHAHA)

You don't look pregnant at all! (Um, thanks?)

Where's your baby bump?? (I hid it.)

Is the nursery ready yet? (ad infinitum) (This wasn't rude at all. It was more the repetitive reminder to me that no, it was not ready...)

What's your birth plan? (It is to go to the hospital and have the baby and return home thereafter.)

You shouldn't be _____ when you're pregnant: painting (It was non-toxic, no fumes paint, and I LOVE painting.), stepping on a stepladder, riding a bicycle, wearing heels, eating that, etc

So, do you still have your cats? (WHAT? They are my babies. Of course we have them. The cats stay. Always.)

"After the baby's here..."

...You'll learn that....

...You'll find out that...

...You'll definitely...

...You won't have time for...

*These are a little annoying and, I think, condescending. I might learn that. I might not. I might not have that issue at all. There's no way of knowing what will happen.


(Upon hearing we didn't find out the baby gender -- a mutual decision):
What? I could never do that!
You know, you could force your husband's hand in that...

You could find out and not tell your husband.

It's really your decision, not his.

How will you know what color to paint the nursery?

How will you pick out baby clothes?

*I personally found it a little shocking how many people suggested I go behind Jeremy's back or force him in some way to give in "my demands" to know the gender. Bizarre. I would never do that... Plus, we made the decision together.

I'll add more if I think of any, but this is the gist of it. Here are some photos of the things I "just won't have time for anymore." ;)








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  1. Ha ha ha. This made me laugh ... and feel kind of depressed (about humanity). Unfortunately the unsolicited advice and bizarre questions don't stop when you have the baby -- six years in and strangers on the street are still telling me how to parent my children!

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