The Sonia Show

Writer. Podcaster. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

Being pregnant is like being famous


Yeah, so, sometimes being a big, fat pregnant lady is like being a celebrity.

Random people like to talk to me all the time. And, I usually get smiles wherever I go, but maybe that’s because people take one look at me and they know that nine months ago I was totally having sex.

I don’t demand special treatment due to my new-found celebrity status. I don’t ask people to give up their seats in crowded bars or punch people in the neck for smoking in my presence. Sure, I demand special treatment from mighty, mighty good man David, but that’s just because this shit is all his fault.

So anyway, the other night, we decided it would be nice to have dinner at Chenery Park in our hood, since we got this great Groupon, and we’re cheap bastards. David called the restaurant to see if we could get a table, but we were told we could only get a seat at the counter.

Now, we’ve eaten at the counter before at Chenery Park. It’s perfectly fine. Normally, we would sit there, no problem. But now, at 9 months pregnant, sitting on a high, wooden chair isn’t exactly comfortable.

David: “Oh, only the counter is available? That’s OK then. Can we make a reservation for another night?”

Hostess: “The counter is nice.”

David: “Oh, I know. We’ve eaten there before. It’s just that my wife is pregnant, and I think she would be more comfortable at a table, so we can come another night.”

Hostess: “Oh no. She needs to eat. Come on down. We’ll make it work.”

Sure enough, we showed up 10 minutes later, and they seated us in a corner table with a soft, booth seat. I felt so special. It must be a little what it is like to be famous. You call a restaurant, and you can’t get a table. You tell them who you are, and you get a table. Easy.

So, thank you, Chenery Park, for treating a pregnant lady with some kindness and making her feel famous for an evening.

Oh, and speaking of being famous, can you do me a favor and vote for me for “Sexiest Geek” in SF Weekly’s Web Awards? If elected, I promise uphold the office of “Sexiest Geek” to the best of my abilities. I wonder what the responsibilities of the Sexiest Geek are? Does it involve assassinating George Lucas so he doesn’t make anymore changes to the original “Star Wars” trilogy? [Fingers crossed] Is there going to be a runner-up, just in case the winner can’t live up to his or her duties?




Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/podcaster/mother/goober in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, watch old movies, feed my unhealthy obsession with pop culture, kick breast cancer's ass, go on adventures with my mighty, mighty good man David and my awesome autistic son, Calvin, wear orange and root for the San Francisco Giants, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

5 thoughts on “Being pregnant is like being famous

  1. Aw, so sweet! I really need to try that out, especially as I’m currently making the transition from “adorably pregnant” to “pathetically pregnant. (And eventually to “absurdly pregnant.”)

  2. The hostess at Chenery Park is THE AWESOME.

    • Which reminds me, did she convince you to eat the gumbo on the grounds that it’d induce labor? I went there on my birthday (3 days past my due date) and she wanted me to eat the gumbo. I had the salmon instead, and labor started the next day.

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