No Bull

In our many hypothetical discussions of pregnancy and childbirth, two things have become very clear:

1. Mr. Man thinks that I should follow every single restriction, rule, and bit of advice offered to pregnant women.

2. I do not.

If I ever get pregnant, I fear nine straight months of conversations like these:

DC: <breathing>
Mr. Man: "Should you really be doing that in your condition?"

DC: <blinking>
Mr. Man: "Are you sure that won't hurt the baby?"

DC: <bathing>
Mr. Man: "That won't make you go into early labor, will it?"

That being said, on the way home from Yosemite, we discovered the one thing that I will never do while pregnant.

We stopped in a small town off Highway 99 named Merced. Asking around for a dinner spot, we were directed to a place called "Big Bubba's BBQ." Perhaps we should have taken more note of the fact that our dinner adviser was wearing Hooters t-shirt, but we were hungry.

The food was fine but more astounding was the parade of characters riding the MECHANICAL BULL in the dining room.

I believe my reaction to the first rider was, "Whaaaa?" The second rider elicited a "Remind me to NEVER let my 13-year-old daughter do that."
Riders #3-10 continued with the theme of barely-teen girls whose parents didn't seem to notice the shady men checking them out them from the bar.
Rider #11 was a shady man from the bar.

At some point, we became increasingly bored and annoyed with the whole thing. We didn't really notice the blond woman, probably in her early 30's, get on the the mechanized beast until right before she was whip-lashed back and knocked off. We gasped as she jumped up and climbed back on the still-writhing bull.

As this took place, we looked around, squinted our eyes, and asked each other, "Is she....PREGNANT?"

After she was thrown off a final time, she emerged from the bullpen, cradling her head, and commented to a friend, "I don't think I should do that anymore tonight."

You think?

I still cling to the hope that the woman just had an unfortunate figure flaw that made her look pregnant, and that the thing that appeared to be her jutting belly button was actually the button of her jeans, but I am an optimistic fool.

While I will probably bitch and complain about (and break) some the "rules" for pregnant women, I can promise my husband this one thing: No Bull.

Comments

[Alida]

It's kinda sad when you can't really tell. My 5 year old asked the other day quite loudly, "Mama does she have a baby in her womb?" I smiled and looked and then I steered him in another direction because I just really didn't know how to answer the question.

Yeah, bull riding and pregnancy don't mix.

Glad you found something to agree with Mr. Man on.