I have a very simple theory to prevent yourself being pummelled to death with a doughnut. It has worked well for me over the years, and I am about to impart it to you ….. so prepare yourself.
It goes like this: “Never EVER ask if someone is pregnant, or when they are due. Unless YOU HAVE SEEN a fetal baby scan photo that the person has shown you in the last hour. Alternatively if you have actually seen a head crowning between that woman’s legs. I personally think the head crowning is a much safer measure”
Those are the only sure fire indicators that a woman might/may well be pregnant – and unless you see one, either or both of these indicators, NEVER ASK IF SOMEONE IS PREGNANT.
The problem is if you ask, and the answer is no, well then you are screwed. There is actually just no way to recover, and that person will hate you FOR.E.VER and E.VE.R!!
Even if they say “no it is okay, I get it all the time” it is not fine, and they will hate you and you are a chop!
I have had a few corkers in my time:-
1. I was at Tech and first day in a lecture, put up my hand and asked the lecturer when she goes on maternity leave will there be someone filling in for her ….. she then explained to me that she was not pregnant and had a little bloating.
You know that moment when you realise that no matter what you do in a course, you are going to just not do well.
<and since then I have never asked another soul if they are pregnant – that was my moment of learning>
2. I went to a business dinner with Kennith and some suppliers from the East a few years back – I think it was in 2007. Dinner was going famously, until one of the guests leaned over and asked me when I was due.
The problem is that I did not quite hear her and had to ask again. By that point, I had heard her, the entire table had heard her and so too had the parking guard out in the parking area. I was mortified!
And really cheesed off. It was not because I was overweight, it was because of the shirt I chose that was clearly a bit too flowy ….. that must be it ……….that shirt found it’s way to the dustbin pronto.
3. Kennith’s cousin’s dad also asked me if I was pregnant and I think that was around 2008. He is a small man and at the time was lying on a low couch watching television – I used the excuse that his perceptive of vanishing points was all wonky, because he was lying down.
Of course I did want to kick him in the nuts as well, but I didn’t – he is sort of loosely family!
4. Then my latest and greatest was we were in Johannesburg last month and on the Gautrain on our way to the stadium for the U2 concert. Train was pretty full, and a guy offered me his seat.
I thought nice guy – well he did not offer me his seat as much as he offered to scoot over and sit really close to his mate and make space for me. I thought it was my charming personality and the slight sway I had in my step from the bottle and a half of wine at lunch.
So I thanked him for his manners and queried why he was kind enough to offer a space to me and not to the other girls on the train ….. he said something about ‘someone in your condition’….and I thought ‘well, yes I have been drinking, but it is not like I have to drive the train…..’ and then the penny dropped. I think the penny did not drop as much as I heard Kennith giggling …… and then the penny sort of echo’d into the tin that is my brain.
Someone with more principles would have kneed him in the scrotum and stumbled off all offended, but I accepted I had a seat …. and proceeded to really think about my waistline a bit and whether I really should have eaten that full portion of ribs for lunch ……
Anyway, so all in all, I am not exactly riding the wave of good vibes right now ….. I do really think that I am going to have a total sense of humour failure quite soon what with my age and my pregnancy and all.