I don't think it's intentional most of the time, but people have this really annoying tendency to be incredibly patronizing to you when you are pregnant.
If they are someone who has never been pregnant you are this delicate flower incapable of doing anything for yourself or others for fear of damage to the baby. This has been especially annoying lately, as apparently the slightest little movement is likely to kick me into labor.
If they are someone who has been pregnant, then you are this naive young thing who does not know the things that they know, for they have more pregnancy experience than you do and they must impart all of that wisdom along to you.
When someone breaks that mold it is a breath of fresh air.
Sweetie and I were in Colorado under the auspices of his 20th high school reunion. Really, he just found it unacceptable that I'd never been, and it was as good of an excuse as any to get me there. In addition to reunion activities we did a tour of his formative years, visited some friends in the area, and caught some baseball games. A fun time indeed.
As luck would have it, a good friend of his from college was going to be in town for a conference while we were there. And, as luck would further have it, a mutual good friend of theirs lives in Boulder with her partner and their 11 month old son. We were able to synchronize our schedules such that all of us would gather together for an evening of food and frivolity.
Our hostess that evening, S, was, perhaps, the most kind and generous and least patronizing person I've yet to experience during this pregnancy. I was still in the first trimester and not always loving life so much. When we arrived at her home after greetings were exchanged she asked me, "Would you like a high protein snack?" Not "Oh, you're pregnant, you need protein." Simply - here's something that you might find appealing at the moment, what say you?
Later in the evening, when refilling beverages, she inquired if I might prefer Orange Juice to water - good source of folic acid, you know. And gosh if that didn't hit the spot.
Sweetie was perusing an infant massage book they had sitting on a shelf - next thing you know, it's being passed along to us.
I've had some gracious hosts in the past, but S really took the cake that night. And to combine it with other good friends and good food and a good game of Quickword, and you've got a darn near perfect evening.