One of the perks of being pregnant is that people are nice to you. Or at least nicer to you than they would be normally. Last week a man offered to exchange places with me in line - he was at the front and I was a few people back. I declined, but it was certainly nice of him - especially since it was a hot day and LP and I were in line for ice cream at Stew's.
On the other hand, sometimes this "niceness" manifests itself in people meaning well but really just being obnoxious. Not just pointing out that you are only a few pounds short of a house, but tsk-ing you for anything they deem to be a transgression. The other day a woman gave me a dirty look for carrying LP. Hello! We were in a parking lot, I can only imagine what you would have done if I let her walk. And heaven forbid I try to run (and I stress try) after LP when she takes off on the playground, the look of abject horror on the surrounding faces is actually quite humorous.
PEOPLE! I know my body and I know my limits. Sure, sometimes I attempt to stretch them a little bit, but in the end I won't (and at this point can't) do things that will in any way harm Bun...or put me into labor.