Yesterday I was offered a seat on the train. That's how i knew that now you can tell I am pregnant.
Of course it was an elderly lady who obviously had varicose veins so i remained standing. What bugs me though is that none of twenty or more guys sitting comfrtably, noticed my buldging belly. When I finally saw a seat free up because a 6 ft tall guy in his teenage years had to get off, and aimed for it, the guy sitting on the next seat moved over so I had to sit down on a seat that was partially wet.
So where have all the gentlemen gone?
Not to mention that there are seats designated for the disabled, but none for pregnant women. Walking on the street I see a lot more pregnant women than disabled people.
On a different note, my doctor, whom i haven't met yet, seems very nice. He called me personally as he had promised about the sonogram that insurance won't pay for. I of course was too busy going to the supermarket twice, because I went shopping with my banking card rather than my credit card- one of those dimentia moments caused by pregnancy. I was staring at the bank card for twenty minutes and couldn't figure out why it is declined, until I fianlly realized I had to go home and get the real card.
It was all worth- my first ever homemade tuna salad turned out great ( a little too much mayo and not enough pickles but very tasty). I have had, I wouldn't call it a craving, but a desire to eat tuna salad and decided to make it. I know it's not very good for pregnancy because of mercury levels, but i figured once every five moths would be ok.
My Green card interview is today so wish me luck!
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