I Hate Going in Public…
November 18th, 2008 by Natalia
I’ve been having pretty regular contractions for a while now. They come and they go. Last night they started up around 8pm and went all night long and have continued all day today. They are uncomfortable, but not really what I would consider painful. Pain is a relative term.. Anyways… to see if I could keep them going or get them going stronger I loaded Jax up as I have done almost everyday for the past few weeks and we went to town. Today, we hit Wal-Mart to walk around and to get diapers. Let me just tell you a FEW of the comments I received:
- I passed a little girl in a basket not much older than Jax who said to me… “Why are you hiding a ball in your shirt?” I laughed. Her mama explained to her it was a baby and not a ball. She then said, “well why is it round then? Babies aren’t round.”
- Random manager approaches me and tells me that I’m “flushed and sweaty and should probably be at the hospital and not out shopping.” She said she didn’t want me to have the baby in the store.
Everyone that I made eye contact with asked when my baby was due. When I told them last Saturday they all had advice on how to get her to come out faster:
- One lady said to do some deep knee bends.
- Another told me to go home and have a beer.
- A very old lady told me it was time for castor oil.
- Another indicated that she was afraid my hips weren’t wide enough…
- One insisted there was NO way it was only one baby.
On the way to the register, I refused to look at anyone or smile at anyone… because I’m contracting, my back hurts and I’m so ready to have this baby so I can not be so pathetic looking anymore. I miss the days where people don’t speak to you in the store unless they run you over with their cart.
I get home to where I think I’m safe. I got Jax to sleep and then I put up the junk that I spent way too much money on. As soon as I sit down to a glass of Ginger Ale and the freaking door bell rings…. Two very nice ladies are going door to door handing out pamphlets about “The Truth.” I open the door and she doesn’t even talk about what she knocked on my door for… The first thing she said was “OH, MY I hope you are going to have that baby soon. This let to a 5 minute conversation about being huge and talking about dialation and yet more things I should do to speed up the process. At the end she says they will pray for me and reaches out and lays her hands on my belly and begins praying that this baby will come out today… I don’t like it when random strangers want to touch me…. much less when they do it without asking…
It’s been an exhausting day. I think I’ll relax and hopefully have the baby soon….
















































































