We had new upstairs neighbors move in on Monday morning, and by mid-day my doorbell was buzzing off the hook because the new neighbors were having a party and had not specified to their friends and family which flat was theirs.
Normally, this would not piss me off to such a degree, but every time somebody rang the bell, the dogs would totally lose their shit and I'd have to haul my pregnant ass to the door to wrangle them and let the neighbors' random friends and family members inside. At one point, the roommates' mother rang the bell (the new neighbors consist of two brothers and another woman), and while my beagle made a break for it down the street, she proceeded to stare at me and stammer that she wasn't sure she'd rung the right bell, but .... Clearly she was terrified that I was the third roommate and this was the consequence of sleeping with one of her sons--or maybe both. (She was visiting from Australia.)
By the third time my bell rang and I'd physically hurt the beagle by accidentally trapping her in the door, I peevishly asked the newest guest to ask his hosts to post a note on the door. At that moment, the new neighbor, Tim, came down the stairs along with another party-goer I'd let in earlier. He introduced himself and agreed to post the note, we explained pleasantries, and he asked me when I was due.
"Saturday," I said. The three of them looked chagrined. Tim assured me that his dad, who was just upstairs, was an obstetrician--you know, in case I went into labor that night.
I went back to my apartment. The music immediately got lower and the party ended by 10:30 sharp. Don't mess with a pregnant lady.
I think most people have an inate sense that it is dangerous to mess with someone who is within two to three weeks of delivering a child.
And frankly, I wouldn't have been able to keep getting up like that!
Posted by: Newlywifed | Wednesday, 05 September 2007 at 08:53 PM