Please, sit down.

Every morning I ride the train (the "El", if you like) to work. It's about 5 stops to my destination which can take anywhere from 10 to 20 minutes. Now, early on in my pregnancy I didn't think twice about the commute and how comfortable I would be if standing for those 20 minutes. But over the past few weeks I've started to wonder what the heck I'm going to do when I'm really big. Because even today, at 22 weeks, my back is aching and I am just uncomfortable when standing for a long while.

Most mornings, I can get a seat. This was a God-wink during the first trimester, but now it's a necessity. However, if I had a dollar for every time a YOUNG man slipped in front of me to grab the last seat, I'd be a millionaire. Or at least a hundred-aire.

Anyway, this morning was classic. I hop on the train, I eye three vacancies and before I can shimmy my way, three YOUNG men have stolen my prize. I could have spit. So I stood there for the next ten minutes just thinking about all of the venom I would spew on the blog this morning and all of the sudden a fellow stander takes out his ipod earphones, taps me on the shoulder and offers a recently opened seat that was out of my field of vision. I was so taken off guard, and feeling quite stubborn, that I kindly declined his offer. I was one stop away at that point and if any of those YOUNG yahoos had heard him, my point was made already.

Thanks super-nice-seat-offering-train-guy!

And for the record, this isn't about me being pregnant (the super-nice-seat-offering-train-guy was behind me, couldn't see my well concealed bump through my trench coat), it's about gentlemen acting like gentlemen. Men arm wrestle, spit, and drink scotch (often times, in that precise order) and as such, women get priority seating and we get to go on the lifeboat first. Hey, I didn't make the rules, I'm just trying to play by them.