Walking

My biggest pregnancy pet peeve now that I'm in my 6.5 month of pregnancy is that when my husband and I are walking to the BART station, someone from work decides it's a great idea to walk with us. They usually want to walk fast, which makes my husband walk a bit faster than I can manage, and so I either have to get him to slow down or I tell them both to leave me behind. The later usually causes a lot of "oh no, we can't leave the mom behind, OH NOOOO...."

Yesterday this happened, and I was having the worst stomach muscle pain, which was slowing me down more than usual. I had already forewarned my husband that we may not make it to the BART station in time to catch the 4:45pm train. Someone from work ran to catch up with us and started asking all these conversational questions, like if we've been to the new restaurant in Fremont, and I was thinking, no, no, no...go away! I walk slow, I'm in pain, and I can't hold a conversation with you right now because I'm tired and don't feel like talking. I was hoping she would get her answers, say a few more pleasantries and then be on her way, but she decided it was great fun to walk .05 mph with the pregnant chick and her baby's daddy.

At some point she started walking a bit faster, which was subconsciously making my husband walk faster, which was frustrating me because I can't walk fast at all. So I put my hand on my husband's arm to indicate he needed to slow down for me. She noticed it and so I said I was trying to get him to slow down because I CAN'T WALK FAST (okay I didn't yell it, but you get the point). Then it dawned on her that I'm huffing and puffing and waddling, and oh yes, walking like a pregnant person, so she decided to mosey on along to the BART station without us. I was not sad to see her go.

What also kills me is that it's annoying enough to be behind me let alone to be behind me and my husband, but to add a third person who is trying to walk the same pace as us on the sidewalks of San Francisco? Come on, now. We've all been behind that slow person whom you want to kill because he/she is walking so slowly and you never get a chance to get around him/her but everyone else around you seems to be able to get around the slow poke. Now think of three people in a row walking slowly -- some one's surely going to be pushed down and trampled.

I'm usually brain dead by the time I leave work anyway, so it's just best to ignore the fact that I'm waddling up the street, trying to not pass out from lack of oxygen. Just keep moving, ignore me, and if you want to chat, perhaps we can set up a time to sit down and have silly conversational talk.