Stop Asking If I'm Pregnant
To Maternity… and Beyond! Chelsea Day just wants to enjoy some chocolate covered strawberries without having to field pregnancy questions.
How long we’ve been trying: 253 days
Number of pregnancy tests to date: 24
How many times we’ve had sex: 70
The strategy: Mum’s the word
As a writer who bases most of her professional work on firsthand experiences, I’m a pretty open person. I have zero filter and a pretty thick skin. I’m used to putting my feelings out there and getting all sorts of feedback and advice. Criticism hardly fazes me anymore and there aren’t a whole lot of topics that “hit a nerve” with me, so to speak.
Bring up pregnancy with any woman who has been trying—unsuccessfully—to get pregnant, and you’re opening up a whole can of emotional worms.
My advice to anyone trying to get pregnant: don’t tell anyone you’re trying to get pregnant! I know you want to put it out there in the world and garner prayers and good wishes and well-meaning advice, but there’s a flip side to that. At a certain point, people expect you to actually get pregnant. Like, fairly quickly. If that doesn’t happen, things get awkward.
Case in point: the other day I was at a family reunion, shoving a deliciously awesome chocolate-covered strawberry in my mouth. It might have been my fifth deliciously awesome strawberry. Who’s counting? A distant relative came up, patted his stomach a couple times knowingly and winked at me. “So, Chelsea, you eating for two yet?”
“Ah, um…” I began nervously wiping chocolate remnants away from my face. “Nope, just the one. That’s, it’s, err, it’s just me in here.”
He smiled drunkenly. “Sure it is. Then where’s your wine?”
“Mmmhhhmmm. Yeah you are.” Nodding. Subtle elbow-jabbing.
It’s not like I even have a pooch! I’m a fairly lean person. When I get pregnant, the whole world knows I’m pregnant. That just happens to be the kind of body I have. Yay for skinny genes (and skinny jeans!). But the thing is… I’m painfully aware of the fact that there is definitely no baby in here. And now I have that “people think I’m pregnant when I’m not” complex going on. There are few things in this world less attractive than a skinny girl who thinks she’s fat.
Pass the wine?
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