It's almost become a cliche. Friends, acquaintences, coworkers alike - all have taken to telling me how "great/ amazing/ wonderful" I look. But, taking a step back, I know for sure I don't look as "great" as they would have me think. I look pretty normal, it's true. But I'm realistic, and I realise that these are just lines that they have been trained to say. Or perhaps it's a way of filling conversations without actually resorting to baby-specific talk.
Whatever the reason, it makes me wonder what would happen if I showed up at a dinner looking truly awful. Arm in a sling, black eye, having gained 50 pounds instead of 30, with hair completely frizzed, wearing rags. Toothless, perhaps. Would there be an awkward silence before they began telling me again how fabulous I looked? I half suspect that I may lately have literally become invisible. It's a special superpower that comes along with being pregnant.
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