Does Humanity exist anymore?

I'm nine months and counting. It's now completely obvious that I'm pregnant, yet somehow people seems to pretend not to notice.

Case in point.

Yesterday there was quite a snow storm that hit the northeast. That didn't stop me. I still needed to get to work for my last two days. Off to the subway I went, waddling as best I can. I've stopped rushing, with the understanding that there are more important things in life to worry about, so slowly I made my way down the subway entrance. Sure enough a train was on it's way into the station and I thought, "Hey, if I make, I make it. If I don't, I'll take the next train." No sooner than the thought passed through my mind, my feet gave way underneath me and I found myself plummeting down the stairs, my hand slipping down the railing despite my best effort to hold on tight. There I was, in shock, and a world of pain. My tail bone, arms, legs and back were throbbing and the tears started to well up. As soon as I caught my breath, I began to whimper a cry for help, "can someone please help me?" I repeated myself, paraphrasing several times, as people entered and exited the train. For nearly 10 minutes I lay there crying and asking for help as people ignored and passed me by. Were they blind, confused, did they not see that I wasn't some crazy person? And what if I was? My cries would have been no less valid. Finally, after some hesitation a teenager asked if I needed help. He assisted me to my feet and up to the platform where I could call Tyler. Panic and pain were all I could feel. Did I hurt the baby. Was I going into labor. I felt pain everywhere. I stood there with my arms clasped around my belly. Just walk by and stare, that's all anyone could do.

What the hell is wrong with people.

I was lucky. Aside from a baseball size bruise on my butt and a few smaller on my arms and legs, I'm okay and so is the little one. He has plenty of padding. But still, a bit of a scare.



Humanity? I'm not so sure anymore.