Chilvary is dead, really dead

I am 22 week now, and I think that it is pretty evident to others who see me at this point that I am in deed pregnant. That being said, I’ve noticed a complete and utter lack of aknowledgement from many people. Is there no common courtesy left in the world?

For instance, I was checking out at the grocery store yesterday, and as I stood there waiting for my items to be bagged, I wondered if the bag-boy was going to offer to help me out to my car. It was pouring down rain, and my cart was completely full with lots of heavy extras. Normally, this isn’t the kind of help I would want, but I thought that certainly, today, someone would notice my condition and offer to help. The kid placed the last bag in the cart, pushed the cart toward my hands, and said half-heartedly: “Have a good one.”

Then, a few days later, on an equally rainy day, I was making a quick stop at Office Max to pick up some DVD-R’s. While walking across the parking lot I saw a car coming toward me, and figured that as soon a the driver realized that I was a pregnant woman, standing in the rain, waiting to cross, that he or she would stop to let me pass. There was no way that the driver did not see me, and it’s a good thing I didn’t start across the lot because he did not even slow down. The kicker? It was a city cop.

Now, I don’t always expect people to hold doors for me, or to be particularly polite in random social situations, but come on. I would have thought that being blatantly pregnant would have brought some perks in this department. I guess not!