sitting on the edge of the sandbox, biting my tongue

December 7, 2012

Royal Pregnancy Envy

Filed under: parenting — Tags: , — edge of the sandbox @ 11:22 am

I am not writing about the upcoming tax hikes because a) I don’t expect them to affect my single income family and b) they are likely to affect those who voted for them, i.e. the miseducated professionals.  I don’t expect this class of people to change their opinion on anything as a result of what is about to hit them — the progressive will always produce an issue along the lines of gay marriage or global warming to keep the faithful on the straight and narrow — but the upcoming spectacle of taxing “the rich” might be entertaining.  It’s about time that they pony up anyway.  What makes them think each one of their children can have a bedroom when families the world over are crowded into little huts and why does each spouse need a car, one of which is an SUV?

I’d rather talk ladies’ stuff.  Catherine nee Middleton was hailed as Britain’s first truly modern princess, but it turned out she subscribes to totally outdated notions of pregnancy.  She evidently checked into a hospital for severe morning sickness.  It must be nice to be the Duchess of Cambridge.  When I was in my first trimester, I screwed up royally at work and snubbed a few people socially just because I didn’t feel like talking to anyone.  I hadn’t thrown up once, and I wouldn’t want to be in an institution or anything, but lying in bed all day would had been great.

Kate does seem to take pregnancy seriously.  Allegedly, she postponed childbearing by more that a year because she was busy with events like the Olympics.  A-ha.  And there I was, looking at Kate’s pictures on magazine covers at check out counters, thinking that the reason for lack of baby news was an eating disorder.  But enough picking on Kate; we have our own royalty.

But theirs dress better

In any event, the game many women play here is pretending that the state of being pregnant is just like not being pregnant.  I had it relatively easy with both of my kids, which in reality means that the middle part of my pregnancy went swimmingly.  Towards the end I was getting tired of dragging my uterus around, and I had to go on maternity leave a bit early because I was worried about my bladder in the transbay commute.  I wished the seats and parking spaces reserved for the disabled were also available to expecting mothers, or that people would know to give up their sits to women who look like they are about to pop a baby.

I found that middle age black women do just that.  They never noticed me in my pre-baby stage, which was just fine, it’s not like I was aching to talk to them, but as soon as I got pregnant — oh my! — they pretty much rolled out the red carpet for me.  The demographic less interested in pregnant women were the white men, which, I suppose, makes sense because they don’t encounter that many pregnant women, and many were taught that women can do everything that men can do under any circumstances.  I suppose it’s all good as long as we don’t put pregnant women on the frontlines.



  1. It’s so funny you said that, having been pregnant three times in NYC, my sample set is that the only people who give up subway seats to pregnant women are Hispanic men and very, very, very old Black women. God bless them.

    Comment by Alina Adams — December 7, 2012 @ 12:24 pm

    • Around here Hispanic men don’t seem to care about strange pregnant women that much. It’s the middle age black ladies who always give up their seats, open doors, etc. And once our babies were born and DH was pushing the stroller, they were the first to talk to him.

      Comment by edge of the sandbox — December 12, 2012 @ 10:13 pm

  2. Thanks for the linky goodness. You are too kind, mi amiga.

    Comment by KingShamus — December 7, 2012 @ 8:37 pm

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  4. Absolutely outrageous! A bedrom for evert child! Tax the hell out them!

    I have zero thoughts on being pregnant.

    Comment by Conservatives on Fire — December 8, 2012 @ 7:25 am

    • Around here that’s what the upper middle class amounts to, pretty much. Sure, there are the expensive shoes, but the poor have their expensive shoes.

      Comment by edge of the sandbox — December 12, 2012 @ 10:16 pm

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  6. In Kate’s defense, apparently she has a super duper type of morning sickness, the kind that keeps one vomitting around the clock, and leads to very dangerous dehydration. It is apparently, an extreme immune response to the pregnancy, and is very rare. The story I read is that it seems that Charlotte Bronte died of this thing (which has a latin name which I cannot remember).

    Comment by heathermc — December 9, 2012 @ 3:40 pm

  7. the medical name for the Duchess’ condition is “hyperemesis gravidarum”, and she will be sick for quite a while.

    Comment by heathermc — December 9, 2012 @ 8:31 pm

    • An old coworker of mine had this. The only way she could keep from dehydrating herself to death was to take strong meds that wiped her out. Me, I got along swimmingly with pregnancy, altho dang I’ll never forget the plaguing fatigue. Morning sickness wasn’t too bad–it was more of a game: “what can I stomach?” Everything sounded gross, and smelled worse. Except for cake, brownies, pancakes, instant mashed potatoes, or canned peas with butter. That’s mostly what I ate for 3 months, lol.


      Comment by nooneofanyimport — December 12, 2012 @ 6:16 pm

      • I’m sure she has some sort of bad morning sickness. Mine wasn’t that bad. It was pretty much like mild hangover 24/7 for a month and a half. It did get old towards the end. I couldn’t eat anything except for maybe plain yogurt and a piece of bread. I actually lost a few pounds, which my OB said it was OK. Second time was suspiciously easy, and sure enough I miscarried at 8 weeks. Third time was somewhere in the middle. I could care for the toddler when I had no help, but it was certainly nice to have help.

        Comment by edge of the sandbox — December 12, 2012 @ 10:22 pm

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