I may just have to keep a running list of annoying comments people say to pregnant women. Or just me, maybe I’m special. (But I doubt it.)

1. “You’re tired NOW? Wait ’til the baby comes! You won’t be getting any sleep then!” – Thanks, I’m well aware that sleep and babies are kind of mutually exclusive. But that doesn’t mean that the tiredness I feel now is not valid! Hello, I’m pregnant. Of course I’m a little tired. I have actually been getting this comment for years now, since I am very fond of my sleep. I like to sleep a lot. And I’d get these stupid little lectures about how everything will change when I have a baby and I won’t be able to do that anymore. What, like I didn’t realize that? Am I supposed to stop sleeping now, just because I won’t be able to some day? I’m just really missing the point of the whole comment, apparently.

2. “You aren’t going to find out the sex of the baby, right?” – Okay, first of all, that’s not even really a question. Or if they form it like a question, it’s one of those barbed questions. Yes, we are – and I don’t care if you’re my mother or someone I see twice a year, it’s MY decision. You do what you want when you’re pregnant, and I’ll do what I want. Why is that so difficult?

3. “Have you chosen names? You have? Oh you’ll change your mind.” If we haven’t changed our minds in the past one and a half years, I highly doubt we’re going to change it now. Not to mention that it took a whole lot of frustration and argument to come up with the very few choices we have now! But yet again, it’s back to not assuming something about me. (And this is different than someone who knows you well commenting based on their intimate knowledge of you. This is someone who barely knows you, saying they know what you’ll do because that’s what other people do.)

4. “Cloth diapers? You’re crazy. You’ll last two days and realize it’s not so fun.” What, so I’ll suddenly “realize” that disposable diapers are the One True Path? Just because you think I’m crazy because no one in YOUR experience has done it, doesn’t mean that’s the only way. I happen to know a LOT of friends who cloth diaper and are very happy with it. And I will be only too happy to show you, later – to be that person you know who actually did it.

Sigh. And I have a heavy, sinking feeling that this is only the beginning.

I have been dragging my ass since the moment I woke up this morning, even though I slept well and for a decent amount of time, and I have been grouchy to the umpteenth degree. Like grouchy… ready to bite off peoples’ heads. I’ve managed to keep it to myself for the most part, except with Den, when I finally snapped and yelled at him for choosing to disagree with me on something completely inconsequential when he KNEW I was cranky. I really feel like I need to stick a sign on me that says, “DO NOT TOUCH/SPEAK TO/LOOK AT THE CRANKY PREGNANT LADY.” I am just sooooo not in the mood for it. “It” being just about any form of communication.

9 weeks tomorrow! Yay! Something to look forward to! And a BBQ on Sunday to look forward to, as well. And then my birthday on monday (even though I have to work). How fun. Good weekend.

Okay, I really need some sleep.