According to all my pregnancy books and the websites I read, I should be tired by now of having people make comments about my body. I've actually been pretty impressed with how well these authors can describe exactly how I'm feeling throughout the pregnancy, but on this one they're wrong. I have yet to received a comment that has bothered me. Well, there was the time, back when I was five months pregnant, when a woman at work asked me if I was sure I was only having one baby, given how much I was showing for that point in the pregnancy. That had me more worried than offended, though, and my ultrasound a week later cleared up the concern.
Maybe it's because most of the comments haven't seemed offensive at all. Some even make me smile:
"Lookin' good," my bus driver on my evening commute greeted me one day.
"Not much longer now, sister," said the Post Express man outside the Foggy Bottom metro as he handed me a paper.
"Looks like you're getting close," said my bus driver on my morning commute said, after lowering the bus to make it easier for me to get on.
"If I'm facing my door, I can tell it's you coming, because I see your belly first," a coworker teased me.
And my favorite, from a hobo on M Street last Friday night: "Jingle belly, jingle belly, baby's on the way!" (I actually laughed at that one, and then I gave him the change I had in my coat pocket.)