The next time you stand in a queue or go to the subway, look around: is there a woman with a big belly nearby? I'll tell you about her now.
The next time you stand in a queue or go to the subway, look around: is there a woman with a big belly nearby? I'll tell you about her now. With a high probability, she feels like this:
In her stomach is something like a five-liter bottle of “Shishkin forest”, 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 it. And from above joyfully pounding her in the ribs.
By the way, last night this woman slept for a total of three hours, because “Shishkin Forest” thrashed her from the inside at midnight, and then she got up five times to fall out, 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 is shorter all the time.
But - here's a paradox - it smells like 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 fights” 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 - there, for complex hormonal reasons, the valve softened, which, in theory, is intended to prevent this. While she rummages through her bag, searching for Maalox or Renny, she suddenly has her legs cramped.
In this case, no saving pills are provided - you just have 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 loin with some kind 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 come 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 thanks 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 partially return to him (that is, her) the faith in humanity that has been partially lost in recent months.
For clarity: all of the above is not to complain about how unhappy I am and how everything is around the reptiles. Moreover, neither one nor the other is true.
The goal of this post is to slightly broaden the view of the world of those who have never been in this interesting position.
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The next time you stand in a queue or go to the subway, look around: is there a woman with a big belly nearby?The next time you stand in a queue or go to the subway, look around: is there a woman with a big belly nearby?
She stands and thinks: “Well, why, why won't anyone let me through?
How is that?
