Okay so I was out and about today, and after a very long morning I ended up at a rock climbing venue, obviously not for me but I had to coordinate a group booking. Now you can imagine the type of people who would work in a place like that, young twentyish fit outdoorsy males, perhaps a bit hippie, that is who I was dealing with. I was just making sure that I could still go in even though I can’t do anything and I had to explain that I was pregnant. It was a high desk otherwise it would have been perfectly obvious. I was then expecting some inane small talk as I handed over the deposit, instead I got, ‘How are things going? Are you feeling a real connection with the baby?’ I said something about being too busy to concentrate on being connected and proceeded to get a lecture about research that has been done linking the mood of the mother during pregnancy to the personality of the baby. He informed me that my baby will probably be a very busy stressed little person because of me, it was amazing that he could diagnose this within two minutes of talking to me.

I was quite taken aback. If my pregnancy brain hadn’t have kicked in or I could have had ten minutes thinking time I would have asked him, ‘When was he last pregnant?’ ‘Was his mother rude and insensitive when he was in the womb?’ ‘Are mother’s responsible for all of their children’s attributes?’ ‘As a man is he glad to have no responsibility for the moral fabric of a child?’ I would have asked him whether he had enjoyed his coffee today, whether he liked having a beer as he watched the cricket, whether he liked being fit and able to climb rocks, and then I would have stormed out of there. Instead I said I would call closer to the date to confirm numbers.

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