"Oh, bless the man who got YOU pregnant!"

Was heading home on the train on Monday.

It was cold, 

I had a crappy day at work,

and I was SO not looking forward to to uncomfortable 1-hour train ride home.

Ribs were hurting, 

back was hurting,

belly was hurting,

Xander baby was high-fiving and high-kicking my inner organs.

Got on to the train at Parliament station,

settled into my seat (as much as I could),

and briefly spared a glance at this random guy near the door down the carriage who was talking to himself.

Next station was Richmond.

He opened the door and started shouting rude stuff at an innocent Indian guy walking along the platform.

"Oi you! Yeah you, you black f***! Why doncha haul your *ss to St Kilda (Melbourne's red light district btw) and sell the thing?! I'll bet it's worth more than you, you dumb black *ss!"

Or something along those horrible lines.

Loads of Indian people on the train at that time, 

but all turned a deaf ear and blind eye, pretending not to know what he was talking about.

Understandably, probably to prevent the same crap being unloaded on them.

Then he began his seemingly-drunken-or-high-out-of-his-mind-on-drugs walk down the carriage.

Stopped to go off on this poor girl who was wearing miniskirt with boots and leather jacket.

"And you are too young to wear that. Go home and change out of those clothes you slut. If I was your dad I'd smack you across the head now"

People still ignored him.

And he continued walking... towards my direction.

All I was thinking was "keep walking and don't stop here, you idiot"

But alas, he saw me and stopped.

"Oh, bless the man who got YOU pregnant! *bursts out laughing and sniggering* But I'll tell you something hey? You are pregnant AS but you're still hot AS!" 

Then he continues laughing at me, and walked away after being given my death stare.

Oh I haven't used that look in a million years until now.

People turned to look at me, 

and I used every ounce of my willpower to ignore them.

My blood was boiling and I was pissed off as hell.

Mind you, I didn't see that as a compliment like some of you may think.

I saw that as a bloody insult.

To me, to my husband, and to my precious child.

All that he neglected to add in to his little speech was "I'll have a go at getting you pregnant too".

Argh.

Oh boy... perhaps we would have been able to witness the fury of my usually-extremely-mild husband if he was there too.

Yes indeed, bless the man who got me pregnant.

Because he is the most deserving daddy of my baby I could have ever wished for.

Let's hope he gets me pregnant a couple more times eh?