Doctors are Everywhere
Doctors are everywhere. At least they seem to be when you’re pregnant. Complete strangers are suddenly giving me advice on how I should be behaving. “You know you’ll have to stop running soon.” “Pregnant women really shouldn't wear heels like that.” “Don’t you think you should stop drinking coffee?” People, please. That last one is just ridiculous. No, I don’t think I should stop drinking coffee and you don’t want me to do that either. It’s a shock to me that total strangers feel that it’s OK to say these things to me. My childless brother once gave me tips on how to deal with morning sickness but he at least knows me and is married to a midwife. The others really have no excuse. Even if they are doctors, they’re not MY doctor. MY doctor, by the way, is thrilled that I’m still running 3 miles a day at 24 weeks. The nurses in my doctors office always complement me on my shoes as I take them off to stand on the devilish scale (every ounce helps). They