A Newbie Naming Miracle.

So, in an ironic twist of wonderful positivity that was wholly unexpected in the case that we would have to pick boy name, Newbie’s name negotiations were nearly over before they began.

It was a very peaceful council. There was no need for a cease fire… no need for marriage counseling…not even the need for begging, pleading, manipulation, or bargaining.

I’m especially surprised by this because I’ve realized in the last week that I just simply don’t like boy names. They don’t excite me, and there’s a very short list that even pique my interest. So when I got a name stuck in my head Wednesday afternoon (after our sonogram) that began to grow on me, I was surprised and intrigued.

Then, Thursday morning during my bible study, I spent some time praying about what God wanted us to name our child, and immediately afterward, I had a whole name in my mind, and it was perfect.

Noah James.

Noah is a great biblical name that, oddly enough considering how high it is on the popularity charts, neither Chris or I personally know anyone with that name. Plus, Noah never did anything REALLY bad. I mean, he got drunk and naked in his tent and therefore caused one of his sons to be cursed from laughing at him, but that’s a WHOLE lot better than most of the guys in the bible.

And James, although it is a family name on my side, has an even deeper meaning. Our dear friend, James Price, was killed in a motorcycle accident two years ago. Chris has very much wanted to have James in his son’s name to honor his friend.

After I realized HOW perfect this name was, I immediately started hoping that God would go ahead and send an angel down to Chris, or at least make him unable to speak if he didn’t like it – you know, Zechariah-style.

Since I hadn’t heard report of an angel yet, I sent Chris a simple text: “Noah James”.

(Sometimes Angels come in the form of a text, right??)

And waited.

Finally, a response. “Is that an idea? The beginning of negotiations? A game of some sort? Just wondering…”

“Yes.”

(For this next part, I will need to remind you that Chris and I are totally over-the-top analytical geeks…although I don’t know how you could possibly forget.)

Chris: “Should we rate by numbers? As in, you send a name, my response, rather than subjective ‘it’s ok I’ll think about it’, be objective. Such as on this name, I say ‘8.0’. As in, out of 10.”

Me: “8 out of 10 is as good as it’s ever gonna get. So it’s settled!!! :)”

I was pretty thrilled that I got an 8 on my first naming suggestion, considering our vastly differing naming history, so decided to let him chew on the name for the rest of the day.

And, as I knew he would, he immediately set to work analyzing the name in it’s entirety…

  • Google searches, to see what else the word “Noah” could mean… Nothing terrible came up….and not even anything terribly interesting…with the possible exception of the National Organization for Albinism and Hypopigmentation.
  • Searches of a List of all people in history and all celebrities with the name Noah…No mass murderers, and, thank goodness, only one girl – Miley Cyrus’ little sister, Noah Cyrus.
  • Running it through his extensive criteria for a male name being manly in every way…
  • Coming up with any possible nicknames and analyzing them for possible trauma…

All of this was compiled, and he prepared a full mental Thesis of Nomenclature Analysis to share with me.

Meanwhile, I was busy trying to convince Ali that this was the perfect name.

(Which was going to be a mighty hard task, seeing as how she was already quite settled on “Prince Charming” for a first and middle name, and was not planning on budging.)

“What do you think of naming Newbie Noah?”

“That’s such a SILLY NAME!!!”

“Why is it silly?”

“Because Noah was an old old old old man!! Newbie is a little baby!!!!”

Then I immediately thought of her only context for the name Noah…

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I guess Newbie WOULD look silly with a long gray beard.

So. Back to Chris’ Thesis. We discussed his fully analyzed findings at dinner Friday night, and reviewed both of our iPhone iPregnancy app picks from the top 1000 boy names, just to make sure that we weren’t missing anything.

He finally told me, “I thought about not telling you this because I was afraid it would get your hopes up too much…but when I put in that we were having a boy in my iPregnancy app, the name that the app picked from my list and defaulted to calling Newbie was, indeed, Noah.”

And so there you go. The angel spoke through his iPhone after all.

Top 10 Great Things About Having a Boy.

So I’ve been quite busy processing the whole I’m-about-to-be-a-Mom-of-a-child-of-the-Bizarre-Male-Species thing this week.

It’s not that I was opposed to the idea, it’s just that, after 3.5 years of parenting a girl, I somehow had it in my head that we were a sort of “girl-child” family…but no longer.

But, I’ve thought of some benefits of our upcoming new experience, so I compiled them…

Top 10 Great Things About Having a Boy.

10. I might actually get to use that jumbo-sized box of band-aids in my bathroom cabinet that is taking up way too much room, seeing as Ali’s one occurrence of “Blooding her knees” (that she still talks about on a regular basis with great remorse) didn’t really put a dent in them. I could totally use that space for more makeup, after all.

9. I now don’t feel nearly as disturbed at the alarming rate of my body hair growth and regrowth. I can totally blame it on Newbie and his raging boy hormones that are quite unfortunately seeping into my follicles. Also, my odd craving for buffalo sauce makes a lot more sense now….which means that Chris will be QUITE proud of Newbie’s taste buds.

8. Ali won’t have the “I MUST love Alabama Football or my Father will feel like a failure to his precious team” pressure looming over her head. Newbie can pretty well handle that, I bet.

7. I don’t have to feel guilty about the fact that I REALLY wanted a new baby bedding set…whether it was a girl or a boy.

(They’re kinda like maternity clothes – you REALLY get tired of looking at them after a year or two.)

6. Ali will quit being so horribly traumatized when she accidentally catches a glimpse of “boy parts”.

5. I’ll get to buy those nifty Pee-Pee TeePees. I’ve always wanted to need such an awesomely practical tool.

Although I find the Santa Hat ones a little more than disturbing…Santa Hat Tee Pees

And the Wiener Dog ones even scarier…

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…but I bet Chris could totally write a whole guest post on ideas for Pee-Pee TeePee designs.

4. Ali’s Thomas Trains will get properly loved and beaten up, as her slightly short-lived and very coddling love affair with Thomas didn’t really give them the love that they deserved.

3. Ali will not ever have to get mad at Newbie for stealing her clothes and jewelry. I really hope.

2. We can totally treat our two kids differently and completely unfairly, because we will have the excuse of “Well, he’s a boy…it’s different for him” or “Well she’s a girl, it’s different for her.”

(Of course, that COMPLETELY cramped my style as a teenager when my brother got to stay out 3 hours later than me (even when I was riding with him and he would have to take me home THEN go back out), but I totally plan on taking advantage of it.)

And the number one great thing about having a boy…

1. When we’re out in public, it will FINALLY be Chris’ turn to do ALL public-restroom-during-potty-training duty.

And that reason alone makes it OH SO TOTALLY worthwhile to have a boy.

NOVICA.com $100 Giveaway!


I cannot tell you how excited I am about doing this giveaway. I am absolutely obsessed with this company now!!! When I got an email from them asking if I’d like to do a giveaway, I immediately fell in love with the idea of their site, and then proceeded to quite accidentally spend the rest of the afternoon browsing all of their products.

So this is a disclaimer – prepare to be totally enthralled (for the next few hours) when clicking on these links!!!

NOVICA is a fair trade artisan website that works with National Geographic to identify and give artisans around the world a chance to sell their products online – so they serve as a bridge between artisans around the world and the internet, giving them an opportunity to grow in their art and share their art, something that they might have never otherwise been able to do.

What I really fell in love with about their site were the personal touches. On each item you go to, you are introduced to the artist of that product – both in picture and by their personal story. This site allows you to shop as you would if you were locally visiting their village – with access to their products AND the opportunity to get to know them. It’s absolutely a stunning experience!

NOVICA sells many different product lines, including Home Decor (including some amazing clocks, crosses, and hammocks that I fell in love with), Sterling Silver Jewelry, Earrings, and Necklaces.

A lot of the jewelry is made with precious and semi-precious stones, but the prices are much lower than I find in jewelry stores here. In my searches, I fell in love with the Peridot Jewelry, and ordered a necklace and bracelet, both from India.

I was beyond myself with glee when they showed up in these amazing boxes:

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And even more excited when I opened them up and found how beautiful they were:

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There was a booklet with each piece of jewelry telling about the artist and products used to make it, and a postcard with a handwritten note from the artist:
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Luckily for me, someone also translated their note:
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The jewelry is of amazing quality, and I am even more thrilled with it because of the fact that by getting it, I was able to support an artisan in a third world country!

If you would like the chance to win a $100 gift certificate to be used for any product on NOVICA’s amazing site, go visit their site and come back and tell me what you might buy with it! I promise – you’ll be AMAZED at what you find!!!

You can earn up to four extra entries if you:

(be sure to leave separate comments for your extra entries.)

Best of luck! This giveaway is open until Monday, July 26th. The winner will be randomly selected and posted on my giveaway winners page on Tuesday, July 27th.


Disclosure: I received a gift certificate that partially paid for the products that I ordered from NOVICA so that I could review their site. This did not affect my opinions in this post – they are, as always, my own.

Newbie Revealed.

I promised Ali that she could tell all of you Newbie’s secret…

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What…you can’t read that? Have YOU tried to get a three year old to hold a sign and smile at the same time?

Okay…let’s try again…

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It is indeed a boy!!!

But don’t mistake her happy expressions for being thrilled with the outcome… that pitchfork-shaped Y was her special touch.

She’s actually quite busy plotting as to how to turn Newbie into a girl.

“When can we go see Newbie on the tv again where she is a girl?”

“We can’t, because Newbie is a boy.”

“But WHEN will she be a girl??!!”

“Um…she won’t.”

“But I want her to be a girl!!!”

I also let Ali call my Mom to tell her the news, and apparently either my Mom is getting quite hard of hearing in her ancientness, or my iPhone speakerphone isn’t so great after all.

Mom: “Hello?”

Ali: “I have a baby brother!!”

Mom: “You got a baby Rabbit?? Seriously?!?!”

Me: “Tell her again, Ali.”

Ali: “I have a baby sister!!”

Mom: “You do!?!??!”

Me, cutting in panickingly, “NOO!!! Ali, tell her right!!”

Ali: “I have a baby brother!!!…….okay I’m done now.”

But despite Ali’s unsureness of a baby of the male gender, I’m excited! It will be a new experience, and I’ve always heard that little boys have a special connection with their Mothers.

On second thought, maybe THAT’S why Ali’s not too excited…jealousy is an ugly thing.

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Newbie or Newbette?

Tomorrow is The Big Day. The day that we finally get to find out whether I’ve been toting around a boy or a girl for the past 16.5 weeks.

On Ali’s big sono day, being that I was a new and nervous parent, I was slightly more anxious about making sure that everything was all right and in place than with what exactly was in place “down there’.

Although I was absolutely delighted when they told us she was a girl and I could clearly see her very healthy looking self, towards the end of the sonogram, I still had to nervously ask… “So … is everything okay with her?”

And at that exact second, Ali gave us a thumbs up, and held it resolutely (and quite convincingly) for the rest of the sonogram: ThumbsUp

“Well, there’s your answer, huh?”

And so began my all-too-typical parenting assumption that my kid HAD to be THE smartest kid in the whole world, EVEN 20 weeks before her birth.

Obviously, Newbie has a lot to live up to on Wednesday. And for the rest of their livelong days.

But more importantly, what is this kid gonna be?

This is your official chance to submit your guess…Is it a Newbie or a Newbette? Or is it just a Newb because he/she decides keep his/her legs firmly crossed in an absolute refusal to let us see the goods, in which case he/she will be grounded for the duration of his/her in utero stay?

Here are the facts as I know them so far:

  • The Intelligender predictor predicted a girl.
  • The Chinese baby chart predicted a girl.
  • My cravings are about half and half same/different than I had with Ali.
  • I felt unbelievably worse with Newbie than with Ali (I think I can finally safely say that The Period of Misery is over, by the way).
  • I think I’m carrying Newbie rather low (although I’ve never understood how to tell at this stage, but I can assure you that Newbie is just about to twist my bladder in half, thereby making me have to pee at least twice a minute. Anyone have an extra catheter laying around? Preferably not previously used.)

AND to make the guessing a bit more fun, I’ve even got a prize hanging around: if you guess correctly in your Newbie/Newbette/Newb-ness, you’ll be entered to win a $50 Restaurant.com gift certificate! I’ll pick a random person from the winning group tomorrow and post it on my Giveaway Winner’s Page.

Also, feel free to give any name suggestions you just feel that you MUST share…as I have procrastinatedly delayed The Conversations as far as it is absolutely possible that Chris will allow me to…so they shall commence tomorrow night.

Please send chocolate.

Communal Beach Living.

I’ve realized something during our vacation this week: our society has it all wrong. We’re making this parenting thing much harder than we have to. We need to go back to the days of communal living, whenever that was.

Because you know what? Parenting three children with four parents is a WHOLE lot easier than parenting one child with two parents.

So, I haven’t told our friends this yet, but we’re moving in with them.

Here are the top 5 reasons that this co-parenting thing rocks:

5. The kids: they’re endlessly more entertained. I know, I know, I could accomplish this by having more kids. But non-siblings always get along a lot better than siblings anyway.

4. Shift parenting AMAZING. After going to the pool Saturday, we had this miraculously working system WITHOUT any prior organization:

A. Chris Showered, Ashley bathed the older girls, I cooked the older girls dinner, and David fed Tessa.

*** TRADE OFF ***

B. I showered, Ashley managed the older girls’ dinner, Chris fed Tessa, David showered.

*** TRADE OFF ***

C. I finished the older girl’s dinner supervision, Chris STILL fed Tessa (she likes eating French-style – very leisurely), Ashley showered, and David cleaned up.

Can you even imagine how much time we saved?? The efficiency was mind-blowing!!!

3. It’s not as lonely. You can split up when splitting up is called for and still have someone to talk to that doesn’t just want to talk about Princesses and Mickey Mouse continuously.

2. Your kids don’t talk back and whine NEARLY as much when their best friend’s parents tell them to do something as when you do.

1. You get to play with new kids at different ages, and aren’t always stuck with your same-ole same-ole kids all the time.

So, if I have my way, here’s our new family unit:

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See how happy we all look together???

Not that it has ANYTHING to do with being on vacation or anything…

Now for all of the shameless photos of our trip…

Ali and I got dirty looks at the pool, a three year old and a pregnant woman sharing a “fruity drink”:

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I’m going to invent bar cups that say in big, bold letters, “This is a VIRGIN Daiquiri, people, so quit your judgin’!”

In some ways, Ali was braver than I thought she would be in the pools, totally willing to swim without holding onto us (her bravery had nothing to do with her fruity drink – scout’s honor)…

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But her “jumps” into the pool still looked like a 90 year old lady carefully and achingly stepping into the bathtub.

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She and AJ got matching goggles, which got used much more in their efforts to look like their favorite Imagination Mover than in the pool…

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The girls had an excellent time pretending and making up games all weekend, including one night at dinner when it was taking an exceptionally long time to get our check…

In an elaborate assembly line, AJ poured the pepper into her now-empty cup…

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Passed it across the table to Ali…

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Who would then use this building material to build “Pepper Castle”…

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And then pass the cup back to AJ for another load.

And we, being the good parents that we are, made the judgment call for the restaurant that they would rather lose this much pepper,

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And then a topping of salt, a flag of cracker and a moat of ketchup,

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than have two kids running around their restaurant desperately searching for alternative entertainment.

I DID try to teach Tessa a few things, like swimming…

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And how not to make such a ginormous mess while eating…

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But really, she and I were ultimately way too busy relaxing on vacation to learn anything new.

All of the girls did great together, having fun all the way up to the last minute of luggage packing…

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even though they knew that the end was imminent.

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But that’s okay – because once we all move into our commune, every day will be vacation!

….errr….right?

The Innocence of Childhood.

We arrived at the beach today, and due to some last minute mix-ups, we ended up with a major condo upgrade, thanks to our very hard-working rental agent, who I’m pretty sure did nothing for the last 24 hours except try to get us settled. When we arrived to the 19th floor of our amazing condo, Ali immediately ran to see the view from “the highest I’ve ever been in my whole life!!!”

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We ran out to our balcony to see what the condition of the beach was, and were thrilled to see non-oily, albeit algae-ey water, and just a few splotches of oil on the beaches. When we looked again in an hour, the beaches had been completely raked and were spotless:

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The girls loved the condo,

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loved each other, IMG_9773

and absolutely loved the beach.IMG_9778

Ali said that this is “the most beautifulest beach I’ve ever, ever, EVER seen!!!”IMG_9784

And really, I couldn’t disagree with her.IMG_9787

I know that my last post about the beach was pretty tragic, but Ali helped me see things from a different perspective today.

Yes, there may be oil, and yes, swimming in the ocean isn’t the best idea right now (although the daily status can be checked to make sure you’re not missing out on any fun), but our beaches are still gorgeous – they’re just as awesome to look at, walk on, and enjoy as ever.

And our favorite beach places to eat at and visit – they are all still there, as memorable as ever, and needing us more than ever.

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Cliché though it may be, sometimes a profound perspective can be found to simply look at things through the eyes of a child and enjoy every minute, regardless of what’s looming off the coast.

Chauffeuring Royalty.

If you can hear my gasping for breath through this post, it’s because I’m running around the house trying to frantically finish up packing because my hubby has vacation fever and wants to leave tonight instead of tomorrow (which does have the benefit of no-during-nap car rides, so I’m not complaining a bit).

We’re headed down to our beloved, albeit oily, beach with these three princesses:IMG_9739(Ali’s BFF AJ, AJ’s little sis Tessa, and, of course, Ali.)

So there’s sure to be plenty to blog about in the very near future.

(And yes, the parents belonging to the other two Princesses are joining us too. We’re not THAT brave.)

If you’ve been reading long enough, you already know that THIS particular Princess and I…

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Have quite the connection.

And to keep up my Baby Whisperer reputation, I absolutely MUST to teach her something new and impressive and quite advanced for her age on our trip.

How to walk?

How to swim?

How to sing Supercalafragalisticexpealladocious?

How to do long division?

(Okay, not that last one, since I’m pretty sure I couldn’t remember how to do long division if the world’s fate depended on it.)

At any rate, we MUST learn something new. I’m open to suggestions, as is she.

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What amazing skills should we learn?

Chiggeremedies and Chigger Pie

To help make Chiggerade out of our Chiggers, Ali and I made Black&Blueberry Pie with some of our pickin’s…

Ali was especially proud of her butter pat pattern placement:IMG_9724

And, since it’s the first time I’ve ever made a pie quite like this and I changed the recipe around a bit, I didn’t know if I’d royally screwed it up when it came out of the oven looking as bumpy as if it had been bitten by a few chiggers itself:

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(And really, there probably were a few chiggers baked into that pie…but what can you do.)

THEN, while it was cooling, it started bleeding losing all of it’s juice. Afraid that I was going to end up with the world’s driest pie, I put a reservoir system in place:

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And then drizzled the juice back over the top of my now even more questionable looking pie:

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Once I cut it open, though, I realized it was leaking for a reason: it was TOO full of liquid.

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Oh well, you live you learn

But, despite the the end affect was QUITE delicious.

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There’s really nothing like freshly picked and baked blueberries and blackberries popping in your mouth…and now I need another piece.

(I’ll try to get the recipe up on B-Sides tomorrow.)

Back to Chiggers.

Chiggers are full of lore in the South. Everyone has their opinion, and everyone has their solution.

Although Ali’s doctor just recommended to treat the symptoms with Benadryl, Calamine, and Oatmeal and dismissed any further “treatments” being needed, the rest of the non-doctoral-degreed world has quite another opinion.

It seems that everyone believes (whether true or not, I don’t know) that to get rid of Chigger bites, you must first kill the Chigger.

Chiggers are nearly microscopic little bright red arachnids that live in grass, waiting for their destiny to be fulfilled by a blood-bearing organism walking by. Then, they hop on board, scamper to the warmest spot they can find, and bore their way into their new host’s skin, feasting on their deliciousness as they dig deeper and deeper.

So, according to this theory, you can treat the itch, but unless you kill the bug, it’s going to last until the bug finally engorges himself to death with your tasty flesh.

The most popular theory is to cover the bumps with fingernail polish – supposedly, it suffocates Chiggers like no other.

But there are other theories as well.

There’s a product on the market called Chigarid that supposedly provides superior suffocation of tiny red bugs. But the ingredients of Camphor, Phenol, and Menthol didn’t exactly sound pregnant-woman friendly…or three year old friendly, for that matter.

But everyone has their theory.

My Dad’s suggestion was to pour gasoline on the bites, light them on fire, wait for the chiggers to run out, and stab them with an ice pick.

All of a sudden, Chigarid didn’t sound so bad.

But the most fascinating theory came from one of Chris’ co-workers. Chris was telling him that Ali and I had Chiggers, and his eyes lit up. He got all excited and said,

“Oh. There’s NOTHIN’ in the WHOLE WORLD that feels better than scratchin’ out a chigger!!”

“Uh…what?”

“Scratchin’ one out!!! You get at it with a good fingernail, and you scratch and you scratch … you probably will make it bleed some, but you keep at it. You dig and you dig, and if you can’t get to it good enough (editor’s note: remember that Chiggers especially like warm places), you get someone that really loves you to do it for you. And you KNOW the second you got that chigger out, because it immediately quits itching, and it’s the best feeling of relief in the whole world!! It’s like how good scratching an itch feels, except times a hundred!”

Although I’m intrigued by the idea, just because you CAN do something doesn’t mean you SHOULD. The 80’s taught us this lesson with the “amazing invention” of dying shoes the same color as Bridesmaid Dresses.

But I’ll let you know if I get to scratchin’ and can’t quit until I scratch that chigger right out. I’ll just try and have an ice pick handy to finish the job.

How to Act When They’re Expecting.

There’s something about being around a pregnant woman that makes some people lose all sense of proper manners, including (and sometimes especially) strangers. Maybe it’s the pregnancy pheromones wafting through the air….I don’t know. But it’s uncanny, and it only gets worse as the pregnancy continues.

Being only 15 weeks along myself, my level of make-people-rude-pheromones hasn’t gotten high enough to start experiencing major reactions quite yet, but I expect it to kick in any day now.

But, based on my conversations with other pregnant Mommas and past experience, I thought I would write a quick guide, for all of us, of proper etiquette around pregnant women.

If, when around a PW, you start to feel that dizzying feeling of pheromonal attack and feel the need to say completely inappropriate things, just remember this post. Recite the rules. Breathe deeply. And bite your tongue. As hard as possible.

The Rules.

1. Rule of Response to Baby Names: Lie.

Many PW are opting for the “secret baby name” these days. The reason: They’re afraid.

Because people seem to have forgotten the unbelievably important Rule of Response to Baby Names: PW do not, in any way, shape, or form, really want to know what you actually think of their future baby’s name.

All they want to hear is this: “Oh, that’s a great name! I love it!”

If it’s true, awesome. If it’s not true, say it anyway.

I’ve heard of all too many pregnant Mommies that have been tortured – nay – AGONIZED, over the things that people have said about the names that they worked so hard to come up with….

“You’re going to name your kid THAT??”

“Do you not know what rhymes with that name?”

“Oh, my Great Uncle who killed my Great Aunt’s Mother-In-Law was named that. It’s a bad name.”

Or the more subtle… “That’s….an interesting name. It must be a family name?”

People, this is unacceptable.

So let’s practice. You ready?

“I’m going to name my baby Beelzebub if it’s a boy, and Gomer if it’s a girl. They’re both biblical names!”

Now you insert here: “Oh! Those are beautiful names! I’ve always had a fondness for boys named Beelzebub!! And Gomer…that just brings back wonderful Mayberry memories!!”

 

2. The Just-Because-She’s-Pregnant-Doesn’t-Mean-Her-Personal-Space-Disappeared Rule.

In fact, the PW may desire more of it.

Unwarned and unpermissioned belly rubbing or touching is completely uncalled for. Especially if she doesn’t know your name, or you do a sneak attack where she all of a sudden feels strange hands touching her abdomen before she can associate a face with said hands.

Not cool. It kinda feels like you’re a baby-snatcher-wanna-be.

 

3. The No One Wants to Be Told They’re Fat Rule.

First of all, there seems to be a phenomenon where everyone’s memory is erased as to how big a belly actually gets at 40 weeks, and so they start asking a PW if she’s “going to pop” or “swallowed a basketball” or “11 months pregnant” at around 25 weeks.

She isn’t, didn’t, and will never be.

Also. PW don’t mysteriously morph into non-female creatures who don’t mind their weight gain or hugeness pointed out.

PREGNANT WOMEN ARE STILL WOMEN.

Before you say anything regarding size, shape, weight gains, or any sort of reference to a whale, an elephant, or a mountain sticking out of her abdomen to a pregnant woman, ask yourself this question: “Would I say that same statement to a non-pregnant woman?”

Because underneath that gargantuan belly is a non-pregnant woman’s heart mixed with a pregnant woman’s emotions. A mixture which eerily resembles nitroglycerin.

And finally, a few last guidelines.


4. Don’t comment on how much a PW eats. She knows it.


5. No need to tell her she’s sweating like a pig. She feels it.


6. Yes, pregnancy can, in fact, make you waddle like a duck. Pretend you didn’t notice.


7. What? There’s food all over her shirt? There’s a biscuit sitting atop her belly? That’s because pregnancy makes you clumsy. No need to point it out.

 


8. No PW in the WORLD wants to hear about your nightmarishly painful birth story. Or your third cousin’s horrifying delivery. Or anything with “trauma” and “birth” in the same story. Save those stories for post-menopausal women only.


9. If I’ve left you no safe topics of conversation with PW, then I suggest phrases such as “you are just glowing”, “you look magnificent”, “You don’t even look pregnant!!”, “You don’t have an ounce of weight on you that isn’t baby!”, or “Wow, pregnancy just suits you so well!”

So there you have it. Breathe deeply, Bite your Tongue, and remember The Rules..

Because that huge belly you’re commenting on? She can and will use that thing for a weapon, if need be.