Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Pregnant Minds

It may be just me, but it seems like, living in Utah County, one cannot crave food, chew ice, get ultrasounds, be moderately fat, complain of nausea, or have weird hormone reactions without someone saying "ARE YOU PREGNANT?" or "YOU MIGHT BE PREGNANT!".

You know what? NO. I might be PMSing. I might be hungry for burritos because they are delicious. I might be chewing ice because I like the way it feels on my teeth. I might be nauseated and get ultrasounds because my internal organs are retarded (or, if you prefer, disabled [and for the really picky, organs with disabilities]).

It's like when you say something like, "Will it stimulate?!" and accuse the person who laughs hysterically at the innuendo of having a dirty mind. Utah County dwellers have a bad case of pregnant minds. Come on guys—get your minds out of the . . . uterus!


Lisa said...

Dude, I know how you feel. You are not allowed to be hungry, moody, or tired, by the way. At least not until you move away from Utah.

Brooke said...

I understand how you feel. I was ready to kill the next person who asked me how many children I had after telling them that Jake and I had been married for 5+ years. NONE, OK, NONE! and that didn't make us freaks, I swear!

Shar said...

it kind of goes with the age...regardless of state. it probably won't end until we're all past the age of starting/having families.