Last night John and I headed out to meet some of our friends for drinks and then a concert. I’ve had zero interest in doing such things since getting pregnant. Just yesterday I remembered the Sundays that I would sift through all my photos from the night before desperately trying to find ones that were appropriate for the blog i.e. where we didn’t look like total raging alcoholics.
However, I’ve been a bit bored lately and wanted to hang with the gang. I had a great time up until the Bad Rabbits actually came on stage and then BOOM the noise and the vibrations from their high energy set caused the following internal monologue.
Jeepers, that’s a bit loud. Like, really loud. I’ll just hold my coat in front my bump for a bit of extra padding.
(Bop around for a few minutes).
Oh God, what did that damn baby book say about concerts? I can’t remember. Should I even be here? This is louder than a normal concert.
Stop being so silly. Baby Girl is fine.
(Bop around for a few minutes).
But what if I’m wrong and I’m being an irresponsible pregnant woman. What if her fetal heart-rate is going through the roof right now?
Seriously, stop being so silly. Baby Girl is fine.
(Bop around for a few minutes).
Wait, maybe there is a reason why you never see heavily pregnant women at concerts.
What if Baby Girl comes out slightly deaf and it will be because I wanted to go out partying? Oh god, I couldn’t live with myself.
And at that point, I turned around and told John I was never going to be able to enjoy the rest of the concert and he put me in a taxi and off I went home with my tail between my legs.
The 5 minutes that I watched were fantastic! I was gutted to miss the rest of it.
