While I have an incredibly supportive, wonderfully attentive partner, I've come to the conclusion that there are things my partner can’t understand about being pregnant in public. To be fair, there are things I didn’t understand about being pregnant in public, either, and until I actually was. Some things, for lack of a better phrase, are only learned by doing.
Sure, at various other stages of life I've had to deal with the general public while being self-conscious for any number of reasons, and I can't always say those instances were pleasant. I found pregnancy to be on a whole new level, though. I’ve joked before that it’s like wearing a sign that says something along the lines of, “Strangers, please talk to me about my body” or, "By all means, don’t hold back your opinions about how uncomfortable this is for me.”
Like you might imagine, being pregnant and simultaneously existing in society has given me plenty of opportunities to haul myself and my bump around outside of my comfortable house. As much as I’d like to be hibernating, I can’t help but continually grace my town with my presence as I run errands and get things done. Oh, and by “grace with my presence” I mean “stagger around and try to draw as little attention to myself as possible."
Try as he might, my partner will just never quite understand how it feels to consistently deal with the following: