Katster that you still have ms.
Thankfully no one touches me to do so would be a weird invasion of personal space, but I do get the "you are so huge" comments...
but then I do have some lovely male work colleagues who always ask how I am in the nicest way and I am so grateful to work with them.
My rant - and this is a me me me post - a pregnancy travelling tale ... after 30 minutes of waiting for a bus I decided to cab it home (it is only a £5 ride away and I could have walked as it is probably only a 15 min walk even at my snail pace, but as it was 8pm, I had a longish day at work left walking shoes in the office so I thought I would treat myself.
I hail a cab and realise as I am travelling that I might not have enough cash, and that what I do have is all shrapnel so I ring ahead to DH and ask him to get money ready and to come out, and I explain this all to the cabbie.
When I arrive home DH has a slight delay coming out the door as he is cooking dinner and had something bubbling on stove.
The Cabbie says it is £5 quid, the meter reads £5.20. I tell my DH it is £5, before paying the money my DH also asks the cabbie how much the cab is. The cabbie says £5. DH pays and runs back inside to the stove.
As I am getting out of the cab, and I am a bit slow getting up and getting my bags, the cabbie berates me in a sarcastic manner for not paying him 20 p or any tip for the waiting time and starts going off. I feel like crying but don't, and I do offer to pay the 20p but he drives off. So now I feel like having a blanket ban on tipping black cab drivers (irrational I know). I am so annoyed that he didn't try his rubbish with my DH standing there.
Anyway I get in the door and then transfer my stress and rant at DH saying he didn't come out quick enough and left me with a weirdo , but all ok now and I realise I was being wound up by nothing.
After this very long rant I can now enjoy my pasta in peace, although I do wonder how I am going to deal with sleepless nights unless I learn how to avoid sweating the small stuff!