A Venting Moment
I just want to say that during the final month of pregnancy I hate being in public. I want to choke the Walmart stock boy who seems to always pull his stupid cart behind me. It is like the stock boy takes his cart and follows me where ever I go expecting ME the customer to move!!! Does he not see the enormous stomach I have? Does he not see that I have trouble walking?? Does Walmart even hire gentlemen?
I hate lines at restaurants, especially if I just walked in from the 100 degree heat.
I really hate it when kids run down the hallways without looking up and come close to hitting me in the stomach. I will yell at that child! Sorry if that offends you mothers out there.
I will honk you if at the green light you sit there as if you are admiring the tint of green on the light. Be lucky I am Christian because otherwise there might be some obscene gestures too.
I especially hate it when driving 65 on a 55 and some redneck in his gigantic red truck still feels like I am still going to slow and tailgates me. I hate that when I am not pregnant actually.
If I make an order at a restaurant, the person BETTER get my order right. I am satisfying a craving and if I get something that I don't want, I WILL slam the food on the counter and I will NOT be nice.
If my older kids act up, you BETTER not give me the dirty look. Try doing the opposite and ask if I need help. That usually embarrasses the children enough that they will being to obey.
Remember, I am carrying a lot of weight. IT is 100 degrees outside and I have chronic back pain. Please have a little sympathy for the pregnant woman.
Another question.. .why do people seem to be more polite towards pregnant women in New York City than they do in the South? I thought the South was known for their hospitality. Is Southern hospitality dead? In New York, I got help with my kids and doors opened and people would give up their seats on the train for me. The older people would come and play with my children and once bought them some french fries. Yuppie men in Manhattan would offer to carry my kid's stroller up the stairs, gangster looking guys from Harlem would open doors for me. The mafia looking guy would help me carry my bags. Yes, I learned to never stereotype.
Do I get that treatment in the South? No! People let doors shut in my face. Judge me when my kids have fits. Do not help me when I struggle with my stroller or with my bags. Never compliment me or my kids. In fact, I had people act impatient when I walked slow, even though it was obvious I was pregnant and limping with pain. The South isn't always the nicest place. New York definately earned it's place as being the most polite city.
(The rudest city I've been to== Seoul, South Korea)
I hate lines at restaurants, especially if I just walked in from the 100 degree heat.
I really hate it when kids run down the hallways without looking up and come close to hitting me in the stomach. I will yell at that child! Sorry if that offends you mothers out there.
I will honk you if at the green light you sit there as if you are admiring the tint of green on the light. Be lucky I am Christian because otherwise there might be some obscene gestures too.
I especially hate it when driving 65 on a 55 and some redneck in his gigantic red truck still feels like I am still going to slow and tailgates me. I hate that when I am not pregnant actually.
If I make an order at a restaurant, the person BETTER get my order right. I am satisfying a craving and if I get something that I don't want, I WILL slam the food on the counter and I will NOT be nice.
If my older kids act up, you BETTER not give me the dirty look. Try doing the opposite and ask if I need help. That usually embarrasses the children enough that they will being to obey.
Remember, I am carrying a lot of weight. IT is 100 degrees outside and I have chronic back pain. Please have a little sympathy for the pregnant woman.
Another question.. .why do people seem to be more polite towards pregnant women in New York City than they do in the South? I thought the South was known for their hospitality. Is Southern hospitality dead? In New York, I got help with my kids and doors opened and people would give up their seats on the train for me. The older people would come and play with my children and once bought them some french fries. Yuppie men in Manhattan would offer to carry my kid's stroller up the stairs, gangster looking guys from Harlem would open doors for me. The mafia looking guy would help me carry my bags. Yes, I learned to never stereotype.
Do I get that treatment in the South? No! People let doors shut in my face. Judge me when my kids have fits. Do not help me when I struggle with my stroller or with my bags. Never compliment me or my kids. In fact, I had people act impatient when I walked slow, even though it was obvious I was pregnant and limping with pain. The South isn't always the nicest place. New York definately earned it's place as being the most polite city.
(The rudest city I've been to== Seoul, South Korea)
I completely agree, and I haven't been pregnant for 23 years! Chivalry and courtesy are dead. I guess we have to enjoy the small victories and try to teach our own to be polite. Maybe it'll have a comeback.
Good luck in your ninth month and hope to see that you've had a healthy baby soon!
Posted by
chronicler |
3:00 PM
Thank you! :-)
Posted by
ambarwarrior |
8:22 PM