There have been several moments in the last two days where I have had to step back and just chuckle.
The first occured yesterday at church, as I was leaving the chapel someone in my ward stopped to chat for a second, during the course of the conversation, this individual mentioned that they had heard we were expecting, at which point, they mentioned that over the past few weeks they had noticed that I had gained some weight, but they "didnt think I was that type of person". I dont know what exactly that meant, but it made me chuckle. What is "that type of person", hm... maybe that type of person really likes donuts and chips, and hates physical activity... pretty much me. The comment was innocent, and let's face it this person was far from the only one that noticed that my tummy has gotten a bit rounder, but the fact that the comment was made aloud just made me laugh. Granted at first, it prompted me to hurriedly ask Brian if he could tell I was pregnant and not just chubby, at which point he laughed, and said he had to go to class... not an answer but okay.
The second moment occurred in my primary class yesterday. We were learning about prophets and I started the class off by asking if the class knew who the prophet was- they replied in unison "Barack Obama". I told them that no, President Obama is the president of the country, not the church, and that president of the church was President Monson- to which one little girl replied "good, because my dad doesnt like Barack Obama". Well good to know, thanks.
The final freak out moment came today during lunch. On my way to get lunch in the hospital cafeteria I passed a woman in labor wondering the halls with her IV, and I noticed she was wearing a hospital gown. Somewhere in my sleep deprived irrational pregnant brain it occurred to me that at some point in the next 6 months i am going to have to be in a hospital wearing a hospital gown. At this point things just spiraled out of control, i sent off a few frantic text messages (sorry MaryAnne and Di), IMed Brian, and generally worried about the hospital gown situation. I should say that I like to wear clothes, and by clothes I mean layers. Today I wore 4 shirts and a sweater (and pants of course), I wear layers to bed, in the summer, to the pool when possible, I also like to wear clothes washed at my house (not the central laundry)- this hospital gown thing is a bigger concern than the pains of labor. I have been reassured that by the point the hospital gown moments roll around a. i will be in too much pain to care, b. everyone would have seen everything already that it doesnt matter if i am in a parka or a hospital gown, and c. there will have been so many doctors appointments with "hospital gown" moments that I will be used to it- none of these things are reassuring. I am still skeptical, I think I am going to need some drugs to agree to the paper thin hospital gown
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Good news - you WILL have drugs when you're in the gown! :) Sorry to not be super reassuring. I really would pack at least one extra blanket in your hospital bag so that you don't get too cold.
I forgot to tell you a funny story that I remembered when I saw your primary child's comment. My nephew just had his maturation clinic (keep in mind he lives in Utah County) and the instructor was talking to them about changes and asked them to name some changes they've seen. One kid raised his hand and said, "We've had so many Democrats move into our neighborhood!"
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