Why does everyone feel the need to tell pregnant women all the horrible things that happened to “someone they know” while they were pregnant?
Really, the thought process must go like this, “Oh look, she’s pregnant! I better tell her about all the miscarriages my sister-in-law had!”
My wife gets so stressed out about all this negative info she’s recieving from… well, everyone! Is there absolutely nothing positive to say about pregnancy? Is it some kind of joke that they let you in on after you have the baby (Ok, congratualtions Mr. and Mrs. Brown! By the way… you’ve been on the “How much can we stress this couple out?” show! There’s a camera over there, and over there…)?
It doesn’t help that the wife works in an elementary school. The place is full of women who apparently have been through the most horrible pregnancies known to man…
“I hope you’re not in and out of the hospital all the time like I was!”
“Get ready for some stretch-marks!”
“Say good-bye to your boobs!”
“You’re gonna be puking for the next 6 months!”
“I hope all your hair doesn’t fall out!”
This one she actually got from one of her 4th grade students…
“Mrs. Brown, you probably don’t want to hear this, but my cousin just had a baby and it died.”
She can’t take it anymore!
Somebody please just tell her something pleasant! Tell every pregnant woman you see how lucky she is to be in that position! I’m sure all the horror stories about preganacy can wait until after she’s had the baby… and by that time, she’ll have some horror stories of her own!