Unsolicited Advice

I was going to blog about my ultrasounds and share some photos, but I have something on my chest (literally!) that I must discuss.


Everyone has been so excited to find out that we are expecting. Most people are very kind and say nice things about how great I look and how you can't even tell I'm pregnant from the back, etc. There are a few well meaning individuals, however, that are offering up unsolicited advice. All of it seems to be around one area of my body - not my baby bump, a little north of there. I have had two people inform me that it was time to go get new undergarments. Now, I know these ladies and took their unsolicited advice with a grain of salt. They were right, I did, and now I'm so much more comfortable. Another one told me she suspected I was expecting because my blouse was a little tighter than normal and I needed to be careful about the tops I wore. Again, I smiled and thanked her for her help. But last night, HOLY SMOKES, this one takes the cake!


Amanda and I were at our weekly (although we are trying to make it bi-weekly) water aerobics class. If you have never been to water aerobics, it's actually quite fun and a great workout. It's good on my joints, I actually feel light again, and it's great for Amanda's bad back. The group is multi-generational. We are usually the youngest, and Joe and his cute wife are probably in their 80's. The best part about water aerobics is that you don't need a lot of "stuff" - your styrofoam barbells, water shoes, a bathing suit and your good to go. Yes, you read that right. Pregnant girl in a bathing suit (don't think about it too long, it's scary!). But again, we're with 80 year olds and people we don't know, so we don't care!


Most people in the class know I'm pregnant. It seemed important to tell them in case they were wondering why they were looking svelte after a workout and I was getting pudgier. Last night we were talking about whether the baby liked the water, could I feel it kicking, etc. Poor instructor guy, no one was listening! After class Amanda and I were drying off when this oh so kind lady says to me, "You know, you are not going to be able to wear that suit for much longer." I replied, "I know." She continued to say, "And I'm not talking about your stomach either." Excuse me?!? Are you talking about my chestal region?!? Mandy seems to think I have a sign on my forehead that reads, "Please talk to me about the size of my chest!" I'm going to try to wash that off, but I think it's written in Shaprie.



OK, so here's the deal: I know all of the above information. Yup, nothing gets by me. The thing is, I can't do much about it. I can't diet them away right now, and I'm pretty sure no surgeon in the world is going to take me on in my current state of "blossomness" (also a word used to describe me by one individual mentioned above). I know they are for a purpose, I just can't figure out what it is yet. Also, I live in Colorado. And it's December. Maternity bathing suits are difficult to find.



So now, my dear friends, after all of the unsolicited advice I have been given, I will now give some to you too. When talking to a pregnant woman, only say really kind things like how she is glowing and how lovely she looks - even if it is not true. We are very hormonal and could possibly break down and cry. No one wants to see that!



Oh, and if you're wondering, I came home and immediately got online to see if I could find a maternity bathing suit. One should be arriving next week - hopefully in time for water aerobics!
I promise not to post any pictures.