My “big” belly
Today is my last work day in Manhattan, so after the classes, I went to the Hale and Hearty Soup on 64th&Lexington to have a long lunch break. I ordered 2 soups, one for me, and one for the baby. That little store was as crowded as usual, so I waited at the corner for a table. Not long after there’s a vacancy…good, I walked toward the seat… and suddenly, I didn’t know from where and how, there was a woman who quickly stepped in front of me. I looked at the woman confusedly because I didn’t expect this to happen in NYC. She simply said:” I have a pregnant friend.” then sat down. She did have a pregnant friend so my first reaction was “I’m sorry” and waited for another table… but wait… I’m pregnant, too! Why should I be sorry for? At least you should say thanks. Just because I don’t have the “American pregnant figure”, I’m not as huge as some people are, I don’t deserve the privilege?! I wanted to walk to that woman and say: you know what? I’m pregnant, too. But I don’t have a rude non-pregnant friend with me… oh well, I’m too shy a person to start any argument in public, it’s just not me.
Speaking about my belly, it’s 5 months so far and I think it’s pretty big and obvious compared to my tiny body. But still, no one ever give me a seat on the train even when it’s crowed. Sometimes I’m not happy with this, imagine after a long day of work, you take an hour train ride back home with a heavy belly, you show your belly in front of kind looking people sitting there, but she/he just stares at you belly and won’t get up… I always wondered why, because American people usually have good public manners. One day I suddenly realized when I sat on a train and looked around: most American people look pregnant …more than me!…including some men… oh well, that’s the way it is in this country.
