This week while Chris was away on his men's ski trip in New Mexico, I ventured to the nail salon to treat myself to a mani/pedi. Let's face it, my feet and hands needed it and I was rewarding myself for being a good wife- not bitter at all about not getting to ski. ;o) So it turns out that one of the Asian women (
sorry that this is not politically correct but I honestly have no idea if they are Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese, or Korean) is also pregnant. They asked me how far along I am- roughly 29 weeks, due in April- and then proceeded to speak to each other in their foreign language. Seriously, I could go on forever about how mad that makes me every time I go into one of these places.
"You are in America! Speak English and stop talking about me!"
When they finally stopped giggling to each other, the lady turns back to me and says, "Well you sure are big for being 7 months pregnant." I had no response. My blood was boiling and every thought that popped into my head was not appropriate at all, especially since they had not even started on my nails yet. I did not want to chance leaving the salon with their version of spitting-in-your-food-revenge, whatever that might look like for a salon. I wanted so badly to tell them that there is a good chance I will be having an 8 lb. baby (runs in the family on both sides) and not some 4 lb. Asian baby- but I held back. A couple days later while perusing my favorite blogs I came across
The Pregnant Chicken's pregnancy comebacks and I couldn't stop laughing. I wish I would have read this before my nail salon visit. Here's a shortened repost of her comebacks:
"Are you sure you're not having twins?! You're so big!"
■ Shhh, it's actually a litter of puppies but don't tell anyone yet.
■ Did you say "twins" or "violins"? Oh, okay I guess both sounded kind of stupid.
"Is the nursery ready?"
■ No, the baby isn't going to be staying with us.
■ Yep, the sock drawer is all ready to go!
■ Sort of, we're just waiting for the electric fencing to be installed.
"You must have wanted a girl/boy instead"
■ Actually, I was hoping for a kitten that could burp glitter.
■ I'll just trade it for something else in the hospital.
"You're just hormonal."
■ Shall I tell your family that those were your final words?
■ I was simply hormonal, your Honor. I didn't mean to stab him in the neck with a pencil.
■ I think you mean "ormornal". The "h" is silent when you're speaking in moron.
"How are you going to handle another one?!"
■ We're selling the oldest one on eBay.
■ Oh, it will be fine. I drink a little.
■ I just won't pick this one up when it cries. I figure that will free up a lot of my time.
How ya feeling? (with a head tilt).
■ I don't know, I'm still a little drunk.
■ Strangely violent today.
■ It's funny that you should ask that (then abruptly walk away).
"You should NOT be drinking caffeine." (or doing, eating, touching, etc. something else that's none of their damn business).
■ Oh my gosh, Th...ank YOU! Are you SURE? I had NO idea. My doctor said it was fine, thank god you are here to save me from-what is it exactly the caffeine will do?
■ The Voices say I can have caffeine.
■ You should not be wearing those jeans (etc.)
■ This is the best I can do since kicking the methamphetamine habit.
■ It's not caffeine. It's doctor prescribed laxative tea because this pregnancy is making me so constipated I have hemorrhoids. Oh, sorry, was that too much information?
"Feeling fat yet?"
■ Whoa, I was just going to ask you the same thing. How weird is that?!
“You still haven’t had that baby yet?”
■ I'm trying to hold it in so I can finish a novel I'm working on.
■ Oh, I had it, I just left it in the car today.
■ I had it yesterday but I'm trying to shoplift this basketball so could you bugger off?
"You better sleep now because once that baby gets here..."
■ Why!? Don't they sleep?! Next you'll tell me they poop too.
■ (lower your voice then say) Actually, I don't sleep now. I just sneak into your bedroom and watch you sleep.
■ Sleep is for ugly people.
"Was this an accident?"
■ Were you?
■ Yes! I tripped and fell on a pile of sperm.
"You're so small!"
■ A really heavy person said that to me yesterday too. I guess it's all relative.
■ I had my internal organs removed so I wouldn't have to buy bigger pants.
"You're huge!"
■ I know!! It's like I'm growing a whole baby or something!
■ Holy crap, you too!
"How many more babies are you going to have?"
■ Somewhere between one and 47.
■ It depends on how many we sell.
■ We plan to keep going until we have an ugly one.
"You're not going to find out the sex? But don't you want to know? It would... drive me crazy!"
■ Well, that's a short drive anyway, isn't it?
■ It wouldn't matter anyway because we're naming it Thermos the Third whether it's a boy OR a girl.
■ I'm kind of hoping it's neither and it's just gas.
"Should you be eating that?"
■ Well, seeing as you're already eating your foot, I figured I may as well eat this.
■ No, I should be eating lots of it.
■ Why, because you think it's as dangerous as asking me that question?
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