At Home on Hill Haven

Musings, ramblings, and pontifications on motherhood, unschooling, farming, sustainability, spirit, and life in general...

Location: northwest Georgia, United States

I'm a living-working-breathing mom, writing, mothering, teaching, and soul-searching from our home in northwest Georgia. We are whole-life unschoolers, which basically means our kids actually have a say in what happens to them (it actually means infinitely more than that, but's it's a starting point for discussion). We are also hardcore environmentalists, anti-industrialists, trying to escape from our dependence on petroleum, manufactured products and other non-sustainable practices. We homebirth, homeschool, and homestead, and try to make sense of it all, in a constant whirlwind of chaos.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Honey, I think I'm pregnant

Here I am, 32 weeks or so. I'm just a teensy bit uncomfortable, har dee har har.

Everywhere I go, total strangers make lovely comments such as, "You're due any minute, right?" and the infamous, "Is it just one in there??" Thanks, folks. I already knew I was huge without any comments from the peanut gallery. It is a fairly widespread taboo in this culture to comment on a woman's weight and/or size; I cannot fathom why the rules go out the window for pregnant women. I suppose it's related to the phenomenon of strangers suddenly thinking they are allowed to touch a woman's belly if there appears to be a baby in it. Oh, wouldn't I just love to be a fly on the wall if some non-pregnant woman were to have that happen, and she hauls off and decks the person in response! Ahh, pregnancy hormones...