Know what a really big pet peeve of mine is?
It's probably yours too.
Pregnant women with absolutely ZERO concern for their unborn child's well-being.
Wasn't expecting that one were you.
A couple of weeks ago I was playing in a Make A Wish Foundation charity slo-pitch tournament (O the irony) and ran into an 'old friend' (I use that term loosely) who was very clearly at least 6 months pregnant.
By very clearly I mean she was walking around in a bikini top and shorts. And nothing else. Pretty tough to ignore the protruding belly.
I congratulated her on her exciting news and was genuinely thrilled for her. Making babies is fun! Having them, notsomuch, but she'll figure that part later when she's squatting on a chair popping blood vessels in her face... but I digress...
The little twit then tells me she's playing slo-pitch this weekend and well..."I'm a little bit slower running around the bases but I've been keeping in shape doing cardio boot camp every morning so it's all good."
What. The. Fuck.
Pretty sure the shock on my face was lost on no one. No one within 47 miles of the place.
First: Co-ed slo-pitch isn't some pansy ass game. Men hit the ball. Pretty fucking hard I might add. In fact, I STILL have a purple inner thigh from getting hit by one in the very same tournament.
Second: CO-ED SLO-PITCH ISN'T SOME PANSY ASS GAME.
I told her, not so eloquently, that I thought she was an idiot and I in no way approved of her decision to put her unborn child at risk. Pretty sure she wasn't impressed.
Unfortunately, that's not at all. I also spent the weekend fielding questions while every.single.person I knew in the beer gardens watched as she poured herself beer, after beer, after beer.
That's plural in case you were wondering.
Honestly, it's none of my business. That would be a fair argument to my venting, sure, but as a mother to a child with 'special needs' who did absolutely everything right while I was pregnant, I feel as though I have a soap box waiting for me to stand on to scream obscenities at this complete fucking douchcanoe.
And you know what? I think you would all clap.
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