You don’t look pregnant …
Yesterday, I ran into a woman in yoga class that I haven’t seen in over a year. We started chatting right away, about my work and her grandkids, but my pregnancy just didn’t come up in the natural course of conversation. We were both sitting on our mats — I was cross-legged and kind of slouched over — and she obviously didn’t notice.
Halfway through the class, the teacher gave me a special instruction about how to modify a pose so that I could still do it safely. The woman, realizing that I was pregnant, gasped audibly, and then reached over, squeezed my arm and gave me big smile, obviously to share her excitement.
But then, after class, she blurts out with this:
“I didn’t even notice you were pregnant! You don’t look pregnant at all; you just look like you’ve gained some weight! I mean, I thought your face looked so much fuller!”
I mean, obviously, she probably just felt bad that she hadn’t noticed — although, honestly, I didn’t bring it up, so there was no reason for her to feel bad — and she was trying to compensate. But I really, really could have done without that. I mean, just what every pregnant woman wants to hear: “You don’t look pregnant; you just look fat.”
