"When I was pregnant, if I went to a cafeteria I always had people offering to carry my tray for me, and people really did treat me like I was fragile or something. I loved it! Of course, that was 23 years ago, so things may have changed since then! Or maybe it's now just a hold-over from Southern "chivalry" -- I do, after all, live in the deep south."
I live in the deep south as well and was pregnant over 20 years ago. I loved having doors opened for me, and arms offered when I descended stairs. Once at work, the power went off, leaving the entire floor in complete darkness except for a couple of dinky emergency lights. I was sitting at my desk, perfectly fine, and people kept calling my name and telling me not to move. I ate up all the attention, to be honest.
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