the 90th minute

Until September 2007, when my oldest daughter was born, this blog covered daily life and politics in Israel, as well as Hebrew-English linguistic issues, from the perspective of an American-raised journalist and translator living in Israel. Now it mostly serves as the SmunchMonk&Bear news agency, a portal into the bizarre universe of the little people. Read more at: www.shoshanakordova.com.

Sunday, July 8, 2007

Expecting the unexpected


Being pregnant in Israel comes with its own share of what feel like only-in-Israel moments - though I confess that not having gone through the experience in any other country, I'm not actually able to compare them with not-in-Israel moments.

Fortunately, I have yet to have random strangers reaching out to touch me, a hazard I have been warned to expect - though with a couple months to go, I'm not ruling anything out.

My first random stranger experience took place in the beginning of my sixth month, when I still wasn't sure if people I didn't know could discern my, er, condition. As I was waiting for a traffic light to change in Tel Aviv, a pregnant woman joined me on the sidewalk and asked when I was due.

Somehow, the rest of the waiting time and the actual street-crossing time were long enough for her to let me know that it seems everyone she was in school with is now expecting a child and, moreover, that now that she too has swallowed a watermelon, she's discovered pregnant women sticking out (belly first?) of every nook and cranny.

A friend told me she wasn't surprised the exchange took place in Tel Aviv, because there are so many pregnant women in Jerusalem (which, completely coincidentally, has a very high Haredi population) that no one even looks twice in the holy city.

All the same, it was in Jerusalem that I had what I consider to be my most Israeli pregnancy moment so far.

As I was standing on the corner of my block during a recent heat wave, trying to hail a cab because it was just too hot and disgusting to walk to work, an Israeli guy strolled by, felafel in hand, all prepped to display the "Don't worry, I know what's best for you" attitude that manages to beat the laws of supply and demand. (The supply of this attitude in Israel far exceeds normal per capita needs, yet there is no demand that I can discern - has the government considered export?)

"Sister, you should stand in the shade a little!" he exhorted in Hebrew. And then, because I had clearly forgotten: "You're pregnant!"

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6 Comments:

Blogger Miriam said...

lol! pregnancy can be fun..at times!

July 10, 2007  
Blogger yael said...

the comments and "helpful" tips from people are much worse once you have the baby!

"he's too hot"
"he's not covered enough, he'll burn"
"his seat's not down all the way"
"his hat is over his nose"

July 10, 2007  
Blogger Shoshana Kordova said...

miriam: not sure if 'fun' is the way i'd describe it, but it can certainly lead to experiences i would otherwise not have had

yael: sounds terrific - can't wait!

July 10, 2007  
Blogger Miriam said...

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July 11, 2007  
Blogger SephardiLady said...

Just wait until the baby comes, lol. Israelis are notorious for "offering" advice.

July 11, 2007  
Blogger Shoshana Kordova said...

so they say - guess i should practice my tolerant grin :)

July 11, 2007  

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