|I love when I see expecting mom parking!
Oh the joys of being pregnant in the Big Apple–it ain’t always easy. In the morning, people try to avoid getting behind me as I wobble slowly down the street (don’t blame them) or men approach me and say things like, “God bless your baby!” At month seven, here’s a short guide of what I’ve learned about surviving NYC with a bun in the oven:
– Clumsiness is a result of pregnancy, which is bad news for someone like me who was already clumsy to begin with. I ordered a veggie burger and curly fries from the lunch spot Essen by my job one afternoon. The cook handed me a Styrofoam container with my piping hot yummy lunch and what did I do? I let it slip and fall into the french fries fryer! He gave me the evil eye and I mumbled bashfully: “Sorry, I’m pregnant.” Rule #1: Use being pregnant as the cause for all wrong doing! How can you stay angry at someone who is building a human in their body?
– On the NR train I stood in front of a seated woman who had her eyes closed, so I assumed she was asleep. I looked down and caught her slightly opening her eyes. She noticed my baby bump, and quickly shut them again! I was floored (there were other awake women around her who didn’t offer their seat). I strategically moved and stood in front of a man who quickly got up for me. Rule #2: Puff out our bump and only stand in front of men when the subway is full.
– Hunger is a never-ending feeling. I always carry healthy snacks in my purse and I had finished one of them while sitting in the NJ transit station late one night waiting for my train. I must have looked like I was still hungry (and I prob had that haggard “I’ve been carrying this heavy baby bump around all day” look) because a volunteer group for the homeless stopped in front of me and asked, “Need a sandwich?” I almost laughed before politely responding, “No, thanks. I just ate.” Rule #3: Never underestimate the kindness of strangers.
Here’s to the next two months before I’m pushing out nubia, jr!