I'm right at 11 weeks today and it's going to be a long haul to January if I don't keep my annoyance in check. I'll chalk it up to hormones, but lately, I'm so flipping irritated with answering the same questions over and over and over and over and over again.
From family and friends, I don't mind, but at the mechanic's body shop, at the grocery store, library, WHEREVER where people see you are buying something that indicates your preggers, people undoubtedly will ask the following:
1) How far along are you?
2) What's your due date?
3) How are you feeling?
4) Is this your first?
5) I bet you're excited, aren't you?
Now, I sound like a total jerk, but I just want to remind people that answering the same questions, multiple times a day, everyday can add to the overall fatigue and moodiness of a pregnant woman.
The only thing that I REALLY don't like is when complete strangers' hands make a dive for your belly. HEY -- belly is off limits to unknown persons.
Family and friends, that's a totally different story.
As Nick does a 1/2 day at work, I am getting ready to leave for Russia. Of course, I have procrastinated to where we are now leaving in about 3 hours and I have not packed a thing, eaten, exercised, or showered yet. I better get a move on.
This weekend will be another hectic one. Eric Rosenbeck will be getting married while Keith is in the wedding and Nick is a reader. Big involvement for team Borchers this weekend. As always, I'm excited for another June wedding.
Russia-bound in t-minus 3 hours.
Ok, enough procrastinating.
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Wait until you start getting, "do you know what you're having?" I bet I've answered that one a 100 times.
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