Thursday, February 25, 2010

Pretty sure I should be locked up

Because I slipped and almost fell on the ice on my walk home yesterday. And if I were in Utah, and this new proposed bill passed (Criminal Homicide and Abortion Amendment), I could be tried for murder of my unborn child.

Or, if I were living in Iowa and I accidentally had a fall down the stairs because I was distraught after having a fight with my husband who told me he's considering leaving me and I told the nurse at the hospital that there were times I wish I weren't pregnant, I might end up in jail for a couple of days. And if I lived in any of the 36 other states which have fetal homicide laws, which I do, I should probably be more careful getting to and from work.

So why risk it. Just lock me and all the other mommies-to-be up so no one can hurt us (at least I don't have to worry about crossing the street anymore) and I can't intentionally or accidentally hurt myself or my unborn child.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Pregnant or Just Puffy

This morning, while standing in the aisle on the train , I looked around and wondered if anyone might possibly decide that they should at least ask to give up their seat for me. I wasn't really expecting anyone to, and honestly, I don't have trouble standing for the 15 minutes it takes to get downtown, so I don't really mind. But I did notice several people looking at me and I think they were trying to figure out if I was pregnant or if my puffy coat was just particularly puffy.

But then, as I walked from the train station to the gym, the guy selling the Tribunes yells out to me "hey, get a Tribune for the baby." So I guess I do look pregnant, even in the puffy coat.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Crossing Over

I cross several streets on my walk to and from the train each day in my neighborhood. It is a common occurrence that cars at the stop signs don't really like to stop to wait for people to cross the street. There are those who just roll the whole time, slowly, inching toward you. There are those who will actually swerve around you. And, most commonly, there are those who go the second your behind is past their front bumper. I am used to this and normally just glare at them to which most of them act oblivious as if to say "hey, at least I didn't hit you."

But lately I've become a little more vocal. Apparently it's common to more easily loose your cool during pregnancy. Sure, I expected mood swings, but the thought of getting a bat and taking a swing at every car that tries to rush me through the cross walk actually sounds like a good idea.

Last night, on my walk home, a huge truck on the other side of the intersection decided that he couldn't just wait for me to get out of the crosswalk for him to go. No, he needed to bear down on the crosswalk, being intimidating and stupid. So of course, I started yelling and swearing at him. He was on the phone or texting, so he wasn't really bothered. But the woman getting out of her car kinda shot me a look. I apologized and then proceeded to get upset because I'd let this idiot in his idiot truck get me upset.

I think the bat is a better idea because it gets my aggression out and at least gets the attention of the stupid drivers.

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