The next time you stand in a queue or go in transport, look around: is there a woman with a big belly nearby?
I'll tell you about it now. With a high probability, she feels like this:
In her stomach is something like a five-liter bottle of kvass, and this bottle lives its independent life: from below it mercilessly presses on the bladder and pelvic bones, which are not at all delighted with this. And from above joyfully pounding her in the ribs. By the way, last night this woman slept for a total of three hours, because the midnight kvass was threshing her from the inside, and then she got up five times to get upset, each time coming into perplexed bewilderment of the disparity between the mighty force of the urge and meager result.
She is standing and dreaming more likely to get out into the fresh air, because there is absolutely nothing for her to breathe - the grown belly did not leave her light almost no place. Yes, you have to breathe through your mouth - in the form of a bonus, she has so-called vasomotor rhinitis in pregnant women. The nose, in short, is clogged all the time. But - here's a paradox - it smells of perfume, cigarette smoke and inedible food like a hound.And he dreams of a legislative ban on the production, storage and use of perfume, tobacco and fast food.
She is standing, and her stomach periodically hardens - this is called “training bouts” or “Braxton-Hicks contractions” and mentally wishes good health to both of them. Because during these workouts, she wants to go to the toilet before darkening in her eyes. True, not for long. True, strongly. When Braxton and Hicks temporarily retreat, her esophagus suddenly fills with acid from the stomach - for complicated hormonal reasons, the valve softened, which, in theory, is intended to prevent this. While she rummages through her bag in search of Maalox or Renny, she suddenly has her legs cramped. In this case, no saving pills are provided - you just need to endure it. As well as a nagging pain in the back - the center of gravity has changed and at the same time arched the back of some sort of arc incompatible with life.
She stands and thinks: “Well, why, why won't anyone let me through? .. They all see everything ... How is that? ..” And tears are coming to her eyes. This is not because she is a fool and hysterical - just her hormonal friends, who provide her with heartburn and a runny nose, in addition make her terrible, well, just terribly vulnerable and sensitive.And psychologically, she is now much more like a young child who lost her mother than an adult, well-established woman, which she actually is.
Take a look around, see it and skip it. Or give way. You will receive so much sincere gratitude from her that you will improve your karma by several births ahead. Or just help a person who is now much weaker and heavier than you. And partly return to him (that is, her) the faith in humanity that has been partially lost in recent months.
UPD. For the sake of clarity: all of the above is not written to complain about how unhappy I am and what are all around the reptiles. Moreover, neither one nor the other is true :). The task of this post is to slightly broaden the view of the world of those who have never been and will not be in the pregnant skin.