I've been getting seats on trains and I'm grateful, but I have to gripe about this - not a single guy has given up their seat to me! The profile of a typical seat-giver is a lady, who is middle aged. I've been asking my guy friends why this is the case and the most typical answer is that guys can't tell I'm pregnant. They fear that if they give up their seat to a lady who is not pregnant, they could really offend her. Fair enough - but if you are a young able bodied male, shouldn't you even be ashamed to have a seat when there are plenty of ladies standing? Call me old fashioned, but its nice to have some chivalry now and then. Its not unusual to have guys rush into the train, snatch your seat, or rush into a crowded lift first. One guy tried to cut in front of me a few weeks ago to get into a very crowded train first and I gave him one of my dagger looks. It worked and he backed off, but I really wish guys didn't need to be told to be polite and let ladies go first.
The other thing the Husband and I have been doing is learning about baby gadgets. This is a real money making industry! Our first project is strollers and there are sooo many different brands with different features. Its like taking Strollers101 at University. The next course is Cots101.
We've signed up for antenatal classes at TMC, which will start in early June. They run for 6 weeks and came highly recommended by friends.
I've also started to have trouble breathing. For those of you who know me, I normally eat like a horse. Probably the correct amount for a pregnant woman, so my food intake hasn't really increased compared to my usual. But by dinner, I normally feel so full, I can't breathe. Especially so if I'm having my favourite food. So the latest task for the Husband is to stop me before I get that full. Which is no easy feat, considering my stomach space has decreased but my speed of consumption has increased.
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