Blagica, NBC Chicago Street Team
As I went through my singledom in Chicago, I used to glance at pregnant women and wonder what it’d be like when the day came that I was preggers. Would people do what I did and observe oncoming CTA passengers for possible expectant mothers – and give up my seat in an instant? Would people hold doors for me as I used to do? Would folks at the grocery store offer to carry my bags to the car as other pregnant women before me? Would strangers judge me for drinking or eating something that they don’t’ think I should?
I hit my 28-week mark in a few days. Here are my observations to date – some may surprise you, as they did me.
Believe it not, the majority of people do not offer up their seat to me. Of course, I’m fine on my feet (most days), but when I hop on the #3 or #4 in the morning, the people that are sitting in the very front (which is reserved for folks with needs or pregnant ladies) don’t usually glance up to see if someone else needs the seat. At this point, I wonder, ‘Do I ask to sit down’? It’s an odd predicament to be in. The seat is for me, yet I feel weird that I have to ask to sit down. For crying out loud, I once hopped on the bus and saw a mother carrying her child standing at the front of the bus. I had to yelp over to the sitters and ask something to give up her seat.
Takeaway: Folks, when riding the CTA, take a peek to see who is stepping in to your train/bus. They may need the seat more than you.
The Whole Foods and Dominick’s in the South Loop always offer to help me to my car. Nice.
Takeaway: Jewel, you need to add this policy at the register.
Eat & Drink
I attended the Windy City Wine Festival with the hubby and was carrying around an EMPTY wine glass – this was something we all received when entering the grounds. I wasn’t even drinking wine and women all around me continued to snicker and talk about me. It was horrible. Absolutely horrible. I went to the check-in of the festival and requested a bracelet to show everyone that I was a ‘designated driver’.
Takeaway: Treat others how you’d like to be treated. By the way, later in your pregnancy, a glass of wine week isn’t a bad thing.
I am always amazed by the amount of people that ask me ‘When are you due – you like you are about to pop’! Some random guy at an Au Bon Pain said something to this effect a few weeks back and I just stood there with my mouth agape. There is something about being pregnant that brings out the inquisitive nature in folks, I guess?
Takeaway: Would you like it if I leaned over to you and said, ‘Wow, you look like you are piling in the Portillo’s eh?’
Overall, people have been nice with doors and giving me space to move, but the natural human element of staring and wondering remains.
Anyone have interesting experiences of their own? Do tell!