So I got a cute dress at Target the other day. It's high waisted and purple and flowy, and though I rarely buy clothes from Target (I'm short and they don't fit me right), it fit and I bought it. I wore said cute dress to church last night, and while wearing what I thought was my new, cute, summer dress, someone asked me if I was pregnant. Actually I believe the words this person used were "with child". Say what?!? Excuse me??? First of all, no not in the physical sense! And second of all what century are we living in? It's okay to say pregnant and breast feeding (ahhh - my ears, my ears) and all that stuff. The thing is, while this made me, well, extremely uncomfortable (for her not so much for myself), it did not faze this person in the least bit. I would've dropped dead from embarrassment if I'd made that kind of mistake. But she just kept truckin' on as if it were no big deal. Yikes! You just asked me if I was pregnant. Have the decency to hang your head in shame. I kid, I kid! But in all honesty, here's a word of advice . . . never, I mean never, ask a woman if she is pregnant unless she is about to pop! And even then, you are treading on thin ice. Anyone in the market for a non-maternity dress that makes you look pregnant? Because it sure ain't me!
My husband asked me if I told her we were adopting, and I said "no, I was too busy sucking in my stomach". That's a joke (sort-of). Feel free to laugh (or not). I certainly don't mind telling people we're adopting, but it seems like once I tell someone, I keep telling them over and over again that this is a long process. As in 2-3 years long. As in we won't know anything about her until 18 months to 2.5 years for now. As in I'm going to start wearing a sign around my neck.
Yes, we are adopting!
The whole process takes 2-3 years . . . we started in February 2011.
2011 + 3 = 2014
Thank you and have a nice day!
I'm not trying to sound sarcastic (okay maybe a little) and ungrateful (because I really am grateful for all of your prayers and support), but in all seriousness, we are still working on paperwork, which is a long tedious process. And that long tedious process is followed by an even longer wait, when we most likely won't hear a thing from anyone but our adoption caseworker once a month. I'm very glad that people are interested, but please don't ask me if we've heard anything about our baby. Believe me if we hear about her and are free to share, I'll shout it from the mountaintops. Have no doubt about that. Please feel free to ask me where we are in the process or to explain how all this craziness works or what's next. If I have the answer, and understand what I'm talking about (hey, even if I don't know what I'm talking about), I'll be happy to tell you.
And that's a post from a grumpy woman. Between being asked if I'm pregnant (which I live in mortal fear of everyday - I did not enjoy pregnancy - sorry if you loved it - and I'm halfway kidding here), and having a sunburn that is somewhere between stinging and itching like crazy, I'm a little on the grumpy side. Excuses, excuses. Can I get some sympathy people?
Don't worry I'll get over it! Have a great evening everyone.
1 comment:
I had a similar experience last year...I bought a cute new dress and wore it to work when a very large man on oxygen asked me when I was due. I practically ran back to the store to return it. I was convinced it was totally the man and dresses fault! :)
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