We Are Not the Same

There have been several occasions over the last few weeks where people have made comments that have made me want to scream.

To the woman who made the remark, "yeah, look at what our husbands did to us!"   

To the endless people who expect me to break down on the spot when dealing with over 100 degree temperatures in our non-airconditioned school this week, while listening to their comments about how horrible it was for them to be pregnant in the heat.  Blah, blah, blah.

To the former student who graduated last year who I had the pleasure of running into in the store, with my obvious bump, drone on and on about how she just had her second baby (first was last year) from a second guy and how hard it is...blah, blah, blah.  Then, she thought it would be appropriate to ask me if I was planning on breast feeding and launch into how painful it is blah, blah, blah.

To the current student who was the product of her mother getting pregnant at 16.  Student broke up with her boyfriend and a week later, met random guy at mall and got pregnant.  She is due in the end of July.  She enjoys trying to chat it up with me daily about being pregnant (most of her comments are complaints).

To the endless women who seem to enjoy telling me their childbirth horror stories or make stupid comments like "get all the rest now you can!"  Or, to those women who gasp in horror about gestational diabetes and that means I will HAVE to have a c-section and do go on and on about how awful it is.  Guess what?  I don't care.  I'm not going to argue with the doc in the midst of labor about it (as one did) or cry and mourn the loss of bikini days.   I just want my baby to be healthy.  If that means a c-section, so be it!

We are not the same.  This does not mean that I feel as though my baby should be wearing only the color gold and placed high atop a pedestal.    It just means that outside of this community, where women (and men) struggle to attain something they want so badly (which occurs just randomly for what seems like the rest of the world), no one gets it. 

I wonder if I will ever feel as though I fit in anywhere but here.    You know what?   Thing is, I'm fine with that (provided I can vent about these annoyances from time to time).  :)

Is it because woman have obviously visible breasts and other obvious physical features that make other women feel as though any conversation or comment is fair game?
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Little Nitta.ny Lion is doing well.  At our ultrasound last week it showed that she's growing appropriately (and hasn't continued to make extreme gains because of the GD).   Another week without insulin, too!  We also got to see on the ultrasound that she has hair all over her head!  :)