8 More Weeks!

Rob has started "ordering" me to not come into The Truffle on Thursdays until later in the afternoon. He thinks I'm working too much, but I really love going to the shop on Thursdays. It's a nice, relaxing relief from the busy pace of the restaurant. So, I've been reading Harry Potter all day- no too bad of a start to the day.

Yes, I'm still working about 35 hours a week at Potager. Don't get me wrong, I love it! It is getting harder to bend and reach and move as quickly, but my boss has given me lots of help and is very accommodating. I do plan on working up to 39 weeks, though. I'm not sure what else I would do! Sit around the house? Walking around the block has become very tiring, but I do enjoy just sitting in the back yard watching the tomatoes grow.

The crib isn't put together yet, but we did get the part that was broken. It looks to be in order, we just have to assemble. Rob is a trooper! I think sometimes they design those assembly instructions for people with 10 arms because that's what you need to put them together!

All else is well. I'm starting to get frustrated at people in the restaurant- some complete strangers and others are regular customers- who comment on my ever expanding belly. Okay, some comments are great- "you look amazing", "congratulations, I had no idea", "good luck". But others, I kid you not, are so completely offensive that I can't believe people have the nerve to say! "You're gigantic", "are there twins in there", "my god, you've got 8 more weeks! poor girl". Do they not know how hurtful these comments are? How do I let them know this through my false grin?

Then there are the same questions everyone asks: 1: When are you due? 2: Is it a boy or a girl? 3: Is it your first? 4: How have you been feeling? So, I usually have a nice, polite script for people who are oohing and aahing: "Hi! Yep, it's just 8 more weeks till our first baby! We're going to wait to find out the sex and I've been feeling great! Thanks." Sometimes people are surprised by the fact that I've given them so much information, then they start thinking that I read their minds or something. Oh well! I don't have a choice but to be an object of conversation, so I guess I have to deal.

But, for family and friends reading this- treat all pregnant women as you would treat her if she wasn't pregnant! Believe me, she is consumed by all things baby right now and doesn't need any strangers commenting on how big she is! She know's it! Tell her hello and good bye; ask her how the weather is; ask her if she's seen any good movies lately! Just don't tell her how "gigantic" she looks!