Now that I’m technically ‘heavily pregnant’, I’ve noticed that offers of nights out have diminished to the point of non-existence.
It’s fine, I’m okay with it, but it would be nice to be asked! I can understand why my friends don’t relish the thought of lugging a pregnant lady around and also how they may think that they’re being cruel to be kind in not offering me the choice. However, I feel good and, while I won’t be dancing into the early hours of the morning, I can still walk, talk and above all have seriously increased my knowledge of the best food to choose at LOTS of local restaurants.
I’m finding out about my friends’ nights out through posed pictures on Facebook or awkward conversations on the telephone. I’ve yet to tackle my friends over these outings but I’m noticing that they do seem to be more frequent and that hurts. People, I’m pregnant, not immobile!
I recently declined a hen party because of a weekend away with my family but the response returned was almost one of relief: ‘You need to relax chick, put the feet up’. I felt like screaming down the phone that I was still going away, just not with her party. In fact, it would probably be a more hectic weekend for me as nine children would be coming along for the trip and this inevitably would involve babysitting, tears, bruises and loud dinners. However, I kept my emotions in check and replied with a simple ‘thanks missus, have a great time’.
In terms of dealing with the problem, I’ve decided to be proactive. I’m (yes me, the heavily pregnant lady) organizing a night out for everyone in two weeks time. It will involve dinner followed by drinks in a pub and I’m getting seriously dressed up for it. I may even get my hair and nails done. I can’t and don’t intend to avoid conversations about the bump but I am looking forward to hearing about everyone else’s lives these days.
If ya can’t beat them, join them… and if that’s not happening, make them join you!
Stay with us every week for more from ‘Big Belly’ as she continues her pregnancy adventure.
