I Wish I Was a Telemarketer!

I never thought that comment would ever pass my lips, but at this moment it is oh so true. I wish that I could be a telemarketer for the 6 months....yep that's right, I didn't stutter.

As water babe is starting to make her (this is an unofficial her) presence know to the outside world via my belly that it starting to once again poke its way out, I am not looking forward to being the human spectacle that is being pregnant in a very public job.

A round belly = public prodding verbally and physically.

With Luke it was the comments and questioning that was never ending that nearly pushed me to my edge by the end of my pregnancy with him. Is it really any one's business how many children I have, how far along I am, or how uncomfortable I am? Please don't even get me started on the 562,300+ ways people can say, "Holy shit, you are HUGE!" No I do not have more than one in there....no I am not about to "pop," I have 18 weeks to go....and yes I am sure about that. Yep...yep that's about it. That covers the bulk of all conversations I had from March to July this year.....what can I say Luke showed himself early in the process and I did eat like a linebacker for the majority of the pregnancy.

So here I am again, water babe and I have officially entered into the "Is she fat or pregnant" zone....so most people keep to themselves. You don't want to call a fat girl, pregnant, right?! Hey, maybe the water babe and I can stay right here in is place and they will all leave me alone.....here's to hoping!

I would like to clearly state for the record that at this moment I am not ready to do this part all over again. For starters it was irritating in its own light, but add in the mother of a dead baby and that just sounds like a barrel of fun and laughs if you ask me......

We all know the line of questioning that is on its way...."is this your first?"..."oh well, how old is your son?"......."ooooohhhh I'm soooo sorry" or better yet awkward silence. It is not that I do not want to talk about Luke or even care that some says I'm sorry. I just don't want to have the same conversation 20+ times a day nor do I want to lie about Luke 20+ times a day.

Enter the sudden desire to be a telemarketer. They don't see me, so the questions stop. I don't mind being around co-workers and/or people that know about Luke and are asking questions about water babe or Luke......that doesn't bother me. Its the revisiting the same place over and over again.

So what is a girl to do.....is it too late to ask to work triage the remainder of my pregnancy?!?!
Or maybe I should hold out hope for that some scientist will figure out how to detach water babe and let Vladi carry her around for a while?! Don't you just love how all my hopes are completely based in reality lately?!?!