I don’t like other people smiling at me because I am pregnant or because I am walking along with my toddler.
When I am with my toddler, those cute smiles others love giving “isn’t he just adorable!” are not appreciated. Why? Because I live with him. He is cute. He is adorable. I know this. But when I am walking up the supermarket aisle I am actually concentrating really really hard on making sure he does not smash/eat/scream without my approval. This is hard work. Your smiles do not make it all worthwhile, I get my fulfilment without your affirmation.
And please do not smile at me waddling along the street heavy with my unborn. I am uncomfortable, my hips hurt, I am possibly wearing urine soaked underwear due to the perilous state of my pelvic floor, and quite likely my underwear has long ago crawled up my arse crack due to my uncontrollable expansion. And I am not enjoying this. If you really care, come do some washing/cooking/babysitting for me. I would appreciate that.
