vent

This is what my facebook status says right now.

Just so everyone knows, just because a pregnant person's belly gets to be what you might consider large, it doesn't mean the baby is going to "pop out any moment" or even be born early, for that matter. The body continues to stretch until the baby is ready to be born. It's not the other way around. The belly size doesn't determine when the baby comes. The baby does. So please don't ask me if he's coming early.

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I am getting so sick and tired of hearing this from people. I've tried to be polite, but I'm getting to the point in this pregnancy (especially when I hear this from the same person weekly) that I'm not going to be polite anymore.

At my doctor's appt yesterday my measurements were perfect. I measured exactly 34 centimeters. I am 34 weeks. Therefore, right on schedule for my size. That also means I have about 5-6 more centimeters to grow before he gets here. Ergo, I will get BIGGER. It happens. It's called pregnancy. I'm growing a human. GET OFF MY BACK.

This one lady (there are several that say this to me, but one in particular just rubs me the wrong way) will be lucky if my end-of-pregnancy hormones don't go medieval on her ass. Okay? Seriously. I just told her "This is normal. I am normal." And I walked off. She just died laughing. What's funny about that? The fact that you are a moron? That's not funny. Actually it's kind of irritating.

Okay, pregnancy rant over. This seems to be a recurring theme to my blog the past few weeks.
Pregnacy + Lacy = Brave (according to my husband) He thinks that I have become braver in saying things to people I would have otherwise never said. Well, hang on folks, cause I have the feeling it's only gonna get worse.