Absolutely agree with lifescomplicated; so, so sick of people insisting I look beautiful/wonderful/insert your own mushy yet untrue yakky word here. I have had hyperemesis throughout (am 40+3 today), my skin is sallow and spotty, my eyes are dull, my hair is, well, scraped up in a ponytail and the less said the better. And I am the size of a house. Don't patronise me because I'm pregnant, I am well aware that I look large, uncomfortable, ill, half starved and exhausted. I'm FINE with looking fat and exhausted; I am exhausted, I've been very ill and it's all in a good cause, but please stop treating me like my eyesight/brain/judgement has stopped functioning just because I'm knocked up. I have a gay friend who told me I looked "bloody awful, but it's not forever" and I cried with the lovely, lovely honesty of it.
Also, now we have gone over our edd, the weirdest conversation keeps happening, over again with various people;
Person; well? Any news/have you had it yet?
Me; (patiently, for the hundredth time) no, haven't had him yet.
Person; (in tone of authority) oh, well, hardly any babies come on the actual due date, you know. It might be WEEKS yet.
Me; (slightly less patiently) yes, I do know that. However, you asked...
Person; have you tried sex?
Me; (patience evaporating) um...
Person; well, let me know when there's any news.
Not sure;
a) why people think I might have had the baby and failed to mention it
b) why people feel the need to tell a large, grumpy overdue pregnant woman that this might last for WEEKS more
and
c) why everyone wants to know if my poor husband has managed to shag the large, grumpy, flatulent hippopotamus who currently resides in place of his wife.
Oh, and if one more person offers me a pineapple, I am going to commit a murder. Why don't people think before they speak?! Not one person who I have had that conversation with has bothered to say something as blindingly original as "how are you?" Would a little independent thought be too much to ask?
Can you tell I'm overdue and fed up? :) rah, rah, rah...