It’s a commercial for Nutra-grain bars. The happy, pregnant couple are walking around an empty house with their realtor.
Husband: This is great that we could get in to look at this house on such short notice, but I didn’t have any time get get anything to eat after work on my way over here…"
Wife: (holding out a Nutra-Grain bar) Here, honey, try this.
Husband: You know, I think it’s great that, what with the baby and all, you’re trying to watch your weight, but for me…
And I thought to myself, this is obviously a couple early in their first pregnancy, because this guy is taking some things way too much for granted, like, being able to see out of both eyes…
Other things not to say:
“My god! You’re huge!”
“Haven’t you had that baby yet?”
“Don’t worry. You’re not way overdue. My cousin went six weeks overdue. Boy, was she miserable.”
Ethilrist reminded me of something: besides avoiding comments about appearence, stay away from potential difficulties ahead. There was a thread in GQ about a little while back (I think the board ate it) about what giving birth feels like. It was very detailed. Being a guy, I thought it was facinating, but a lot of first-time pregnant dopers were freaking badly over some of the mama doper’s descriptions.
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"Throughout my sister’s pregnancy I called her “Fatty”. "
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I really, really gotta master the quote feature…but, auntie em I gotta ask, since no one else has…why, oh, why, did you say this to your sister? I mean, I don’t always like/get along with my sister, but I would never, never say something unkind like that to anyone. Not unless I was willing to cut off all further contact with them! Was your family big on namecalling?
Just depends on the family and the people, I guess. My dad’s been calling me “Tubbo,” and I think it’s funny. I’m gi-normous at the moment, and I’m proud of being huge. I’ve got a whole human being inside of me–why shouldn’t I be huge? I wouldn’t recommend just calling random pregnant women “tubbo,” but in the context of my family (who are big on namecalling, as you say), calling me “tubbo” is perfectly appropriate.
I was one of those women who would get postively enormous in the belly but not so much anywhere else. When I was about 8 1/2 months along with my son and feeling like a lland whale I went to a BB King concert.
While standing in line for a soda this man came up to me and said “Now don’t think I’m trying to pick you up or anything cause it’s pretty obvious you have someone already but I just want to say that you have the most dynomite ass (hey it was late 70’s) I have ever seen on a pregnant woman. You definitely have the belly going on but your ass is looking mighty mighty fine. It is beautiful really. I just thought you should know that.” Then he just turned and walked off leaving me speechless and positively beaming.
I still consider that one of the nicest and most heartleft compliments I have ever received. More than twenty years later it still makes me smile.
Mermaid, that was a wonderful story. But it just goes to show how much times have changed. “Dynomite ass” now strikes me as a much less complimentary–and TMI–description of gastrointestinal distress!
My brothers used to beep at me… you know, like heavy equipment backing up. beep - beep - beep I thought it was pretty funny because I was in no way fat. I went from 110 lbs. to 170 pounds with my first and went from 110 pounds to 165 pounds with my second. I never felt better about myself though. My belly and my boobs were HUGE but the rest of me looked as slim as ever. Although I did manage to get a double chin.
I was about 8 1/2 months pregnant with my second child and I stepped on the elevator at work and one of our field agents who doesn’t get into the main office often got on the elevator. He looked me up and down and then asked me when I was due. I gave him a really funny look and, even though it was very very obvious that I was pregnant, I told him I wasn’t pregnant! You should’ve seen the look on his face! It was priceless. I started laughing and told him when I was due, he was so relieved!
Can we nominate him for a Darwin Award? His survival instincts obviously leave something to be desired.
Tibs:
You’re beyond help, of course.
Your account of that conversation had me cracking up! Sounds like she should just read you the Miranda warning everytime you walk through the door, at least the “everything you say may be used against you” part.
To Green Bean, MsRobyn, and Tibs’ SO: You glow. You just absolutely glow. Yeah, I know I can’t see you IRL, but it comes right through the Internet. You just radiate the beauty of a happily pregnant woman.
[sub]Can’t wait to see what Tibs’ better half does with that. :)[/sub]
I think pregnant women look beautiful almost without exception. Y’all make it sound like living with them is juggling hand-grenades – I hope that’s not ALWAYS the case…
It’s winter, and I was 7 months pregnant, but also wearing my jacket. The train stops, and two people get up from their seats, and so me and lady standing next to me sit down. Apparently, one full seat is not enough for this lady so she says, “Excuse me you don’t fit there you’re just a little too chunky, missy.” So I said in my loudest most obnoxious voice intended to embarrass her too “I’m not fat I’m pregnant!” And so she jumped up and apologized out of the side of her mouth, but man was I angry for like a week after that one. :mad:
Also from the seven months area: Someone offered me the newly vacant seat next to them and asked me “Didn’t anybody offer you a seat?” No I replied. And so the guy on the other side of me who’s been ‘sleeping’ for the past five stops says “Hey don’t look at me I got my own problems.” Yeah obviously. :rolleyes:
What got me was yesterday, I was getting my luggage out of my car at the airport. I had four bags, and there were two men and the driver of the shuttle bus. I am definitely visibly pregnant, and neither of the men nor the driver would help me get my bags on the bus. I had to struggle with the four bags alone. When I got to the terminal, however, the skycap fell all over himself to help me. Which I thought was nice.
I’d hate for the mothers of those people on the bus to see how their kids turned out. Their manners are rather lousy.
I think I’ve posted this story in another thread a while ago but, when I was pregnant with our first child I had hyperemesis of pregnancy (I puked at least twice a day all nine months.) On one of my bad days (puking more than 6 times before noon) my husband was standing over me holding my hair and said, “Geez, I could drink a whole case of beer and still not be as sick as you!”
