29/365 - Pregnancy story

Mid November 2013 and two weeks before I gave birth, we were moving homes. 

I carried boxes, cleaned, climbed on counter tops, whatever you have to do when you move out - to the dismay of some people that were saying that it will speed up labour. 

Not only it did not speed up labour, but the baby arrived one week late, I call him over baked baby, both of them actually.

I once went to a pub during my pregnancy with Silviu and a few friends. He remained at the table and I went at the bar to get a beer.

The bartender looked at me and asked me if I was pregnant. I said yes and he refused to serve me.

Of course I went kaboom! I do not blame the hormones.

Silviu saw me agitated, came over and said it was for him. It felt wrong, as if I needed a guardian.

The flaw in his logic was shocking, because I could have gotten alcohol from anywhere else. But the fact that he felt entitled to save my baby from my self destructive behaviour (sarcasm), is fascinating! We left the pub…

My brain does not bend that way.

I believe that these small things are imperceptible to a male’s eyes, but smart women know what this is about and it should stop already!

You got this!