…you find yourself having to answer the same questions over and over again. It’s unavoidable.
The pregnancy interview:
(Upon finding out/noticing I am pregnant, I repeatedly got/get asked these questions.)
On purpose?
Are you going to find out the sex?
Where are you going to have the baby?
Will you have an epidural?
Do you have names picked out?
Do you have a theme for the nursery?
When is the baby due?
Are you planning to work after the baby comes?
Will you have him circumcised (boys only)? — at the hospital or a Bris (Jews only)?
Are you having any cravings?
Are you having any aversions?
Can you feel him/her moving?
Can I touch your stomach?
Just love the photo. You look sooooooooooo cute.
Okay I am guilty of asking all of those questions. AAAAAAAAAAAAArgh!
I always thought it was nice if they actually ASKED to touch your stomach. During my pregnancies it seemed like my belly was fair game for touching for total strangers.
Of course, aside from all the broken-record questions, don’t you love getting all the birth horror stories? (“I was in labor for 86 hours and ripped six inches . . .”)
Oh yes, those scary stories! My head spins.
It is nice when people ask first. And much easier to deal with all the patting now since my belly is bigger…