Are You Pregnant?

I guess I'm getting to that age and relationship length when everyone wants to ask . . . "SOOOooo, when are you and Mark going to have kids?" I'm certainly at that stage and it amazes me how quickly that clock starts to tick. I mean, how quickly compared to just a year ago when I was complaining about it. Now whenever I see a kid I get all gooey and grinny and I can't help but want to start baby talking to everyone. Saying that sort of makes me vomit a little but it's true. I'm certainly at that stage.

There is one thing about it though that has made it's way to the top of my "Pet Peeves I want to Punch You in the Face" list.

That thing is the infamous question of " Are you pregnant?" A phrase/question that is inevitably followed by almost anything when a girl is at this age and relationship stage in her life. A phrase or question that is always followed by a sly grin from the sender. As if to say "oh you dirty girl you. Having a baby out of wedlock, but how exciting . . . I hope". Why the sly grin? I'm married, there is no reason for a sly grin. This question will follow just about anything.

"I don't feel well today." . . . "Are you pregnant?"
"I can't sleep lately." . . . "Are you pregnant?"
"I'm a little gassy today." . . . " Are you pregnant?"
"When was that deadline again?" . . . "Are you pregnant?"

It doesn't matter what's going on, there is always that question lurking in the air. Although my clock has made itself clear, just give me a little break. Maybe I just ate something bad, maybe I just forgot, maybe my husband (aka the human electric blanket) is smothering me when I sleep. My eggs are only almost 28. I don't think they will be drying up any time soon, so until you hear me say "I'M PREGNANT!!!", just blame everything else on bad Mexican, okay? Okay.

DISCLAIMER: I love children and photographing children and pregnant beautiful mommies. It makes me giddy as I said previously. So please do not take this post the wrong way. Every person has to be prepared on their own for a bundle of joy and all of you out there letting me photograph . . . well you are just pushing me closer and closer to that bundle of joy point. Besides, I'm sure all you pregnant moms out there could put a few things on your "Pet Peeves I Want to Punch You in the Face" List. One of which I would think to be strangers walking up and touching your belly while at the same time running their hands over that super sore protruding belly button.