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[pomes]

Nobody knows that I'm pregnant
Nobody gives half a damn
The only difference this time
Is the toddler holding my hand

A woman unburdened with babies
Outside of her burgeoning bump
Is an object of some fascination
To every half-witted chump

But a woman who's already got one
Doesn't even get asked "When's it due?"
The grannies who groped the bump last time
Don't even see there's a Bump Number Two.

On the rare and enchanting occasions
I venture outdoors all alone
I'm a woman of Ur-fertile mystery
Well-attended by everyone.

But when I am carrying babies,
One inside, one under my arm,
And the shopping-bags over my shoulder,
I see less delight, more alarm.

Comments

[tiggsybabes.livejournal.com]

I agree. My worst was flying at 7 months pg with Kate, on my own, to see my parents. I had a very large suitcase & was assured by all & sundry that I would be waited on hand & foot at the aiport by porters & / or other passengers.

Complete bollocks! I did it all on my own, everyone avoided catching my eye. I was the last one to go through the departure gate as I couldn't charge up like a heard of elephants with a 2.5 year old toddler, a nappy bag, folded up buggy & a bag of toys & drinks etc. Normally, the buggy is taken by a porter to the plane for you. This time, the plane was miles away, so no nice porter. There was also a bus. I was the last on & there was no room. No-one gave up a seat, or even a strap. I had to balance my bump, toddler, buggy & 2 bags while the bus lurched all over the place. I even fell over at one point. If I'd had PND, I would have cried. As it was, I just carried on.

Coming home, my luggage was one of the last cases to come onto the carousel & it took me several attempts to actually lift it down on to the floor. Then several more to get it onto the trolley. The other passengers just watched me.

I had a large bump too as it was pregnancy number 2.