Dear Ladies Who Ask Rude Questions...
It is not acceptable to ask a woman when she is due. The end. No if's, and, or butts about it. It just simply should not be done.
Let me back it up a bit here...
Soon after I had both of my babies, I was continually asked when my baby was due. This was a little (just a tiny bit) more acceptable because hell, I still had a belly. It's this littel thing most people apparently don't know about called PREGNANCY, BIRTH, and the after affects. Anywhoozle...it was whatever. The belly stuck for a bit...maybe because I looked like THIS just a few weeks before:
I don't know if you know this or not, but my babies like to lay horizontally in my belly. Trust me when I say...I did not wish for this. It just kinda came with the territory. Oh, and that little piece of information that Jax weighed NINE POUNDS and Four Ounces.
So, ladies (mostly), I give you a pass for all those times you asked me when I was due and my response was: "Oh, my baby is (insert number) weeks old."
But you know what I don't give you a pass for??
Asking me in July, at 13 months post-partum, or asking me now, at 18 months post-partum, "When is your baby due?"
Maybe it's because I bust my ass running damn near every day in order to avoid that question.
Maybe it's because I wear the same jeans I wore long before I ever thought of having a baby.
Maybe it's because I am completely self-conscious about every inch of my body because of assholes asking dumb questions.
Maybe it's because I try to exude self-confidence for my daughter so she won't be Fu$%ed in the head about her body.
OR MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE IT'S FUCKING RUDE.
SERIOUSLY.
Ladies, this is unacceptable. It's adult bullying at it's finest. And IRONICALLY - nearly every woman who has asked me this has been OVERWEIGHT themselves. But you don't see me saying, "Hey lady, when's your baby due?" Or "Hey lady, is that a baby in your ASS or did you just eat too much at Thanksgiving?" WHY?? Because it's rude and it's hurtful.
Ladies, stop bullying each other. We do a good enough job tearing ourselves down, we don't need anyone else's help.
Sincerely,
Lady who keeps her mouth shut in public.
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Our Christmas was filled with Merry, filled with Bright, and filled with Magic.
Blessed doesn't even begin to describe our lives.
Two beautiful nuggets, consistently reminding us of the magic of Christmas, the magic of the reason for the season, and helping us slow down and take it all in.
Jax's bright blues wide open as Daddy brought the tree in - "OOOOHHHHH" he said, as his face told the story of his wonder.
Tatum's sparkly eyes as she ran up the stairs every morning for 25 days, "Where's Zoodle?" as she looked for the elf on the shelf.
The tearing of wrapping paper, the quiet disappointment when she realized it was a book...those are the wonders of the season.
But as I sat to the side watching the nuggets open gifts, as I sat at the table eating Christmas dinner, I couldn't help but be awestruck with the amount of blessings we have.
I intentionally kept the camera put away for most of Christmas, so I could enjoy "the moment." While a part of me is wondering how the hell I'm going to make a "Thank You" card without any photos, the other part of me is feeling filled with joy as I remember those moments so vividly.
Merry Christmas.
