You would think that the seas would part for pregnant women....well, at least the crowds of people, but I swear I just can't get no respect in some places. I first noticed this in Las Vegas...okay, not a great judge of the character people in general, but still! People will walk right into you, belly or no. Not only that, being in a male dominated career gives you no sympathy either. I mean, I don't need medical attention at this point, but the only person that seems to really speak outwardly about my growing belly is our admin. assistant. Everyone else will talk about football. That's okay...I really don't need people to worship at my altar, but I guess in the back of my mind I thought I'd get more attention than I am.
Well, there is ONE weekly refuge and that is Friday afternoon yoga. I started going there for the male instructor with the voice like buttah (and a face that made me think "Harry Potter as an adult"), but he left for greener pastures and now we have a new instructor, Luna (fitting name for a yoga instructor.) Well, Luna gave birth a year ago and Luna is always calling attention to me (the only prego in the class). She calls me Madam Mama (probably when my name slips out of her head). But I enjoy the attention and how she gives me alternatives to most of the moves I can't do. Harry Potter couldn't do that (but his voice....) Sometimes it makes me feel awkward being singled out, but in the end, I get at least one hour of acknowledgement a week. Even my husband will treat me no different than he did before.
Take last night for example. I waddle over to the couch where he was sitting and watching TV. I sit next to him and try to grab some blanket so we can snuggle (awwwww). As I am grabbing, he looks at me and does not move. I say "you should be getting up and giving me this blanket...and then a foot massage!" Okay, I was only half joking.
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