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There’s hardly a more mortifying experience than being asked when you’re due, when in fact, you’re not even pregnant. Though a culturally taboo question unless you know for SURE that a woman is expecting, it doesn’t stop some people from popping the dreaded “when are you due?” to the wrong person.
Mum on the Run, Laura Mazza was one of those [un]lucky people. But instead of moping about the question that led her to blurting out “October!” to avoid making the woman feel bad, she decided to proudly put her postpartum ‘burger belly’ on display.
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On top of making what could have been a depressing situation humorous instead, Laura also accompanied her picture with a few words of truth and encouragement to let other mamas know that their post-baby body is NOTHING to be ashamed of.
Read Laura’s viral Facebook post in full below:
“It happened.
I got asked the three words that every woman dreads when she is not pregnant (well four words)
‘So when are you due?’
Not due for my period, not due for a poo, not due for the promotion… when am I due to have my baby? That’s what she meant. (My husband said maybe she meant something else worried I’d be upset… no that’s what she meant)
I wanted to say, well actually I had him a month ago, but instead I said “October!” Because I’m an idiot and didn’t want her to feel bad.
But you know what? I wasn’t upset. I wasn’t sad. I wasn’t embarrassed. I didn’t feel bad. I still look pregnant, and really, why the *bleep* wouldn’t I? I keep having babies two years apart. I’ve grown their bones, their eyes, their little noses and toes and I’ve created their little beautiful hearts. My organs squished down to allow them to grow and my muscles separated to let them grow bigger. I birthed them from my lady garden and my sun roof and I fed them from my body. I stayed up all night feeding them. I am watching them grow and nurturing them and looking after them from a place of pure exhaustion. A place where I open the door to the postman and my right boob (I call it my Power Tit) is hanging out, my hair matted because I haven’t had time to brush it and wearing maternity leggings…but I look at them, the little things I’ve created and think they’re beautiful, truly beautiful amazing little things.
A friend of mine expressed about feeling so upset that she still had her mum body three months after having her baby…I mean why do I, or she have to worry about hiding the evidence of all that we have achieved? All that we have made? Why should we feel bad? Why should anyone?