Five days a week, I take a overheated, overcrowded, under ventilated metro (subway) to go to work. Five mornings and five evening of public transportation during rush hour (20 minutes each way).
In Montreal, some seats are reserved for senior/handicap/pregnant ladies in each wagon. In general, people are nice enough to give up their precious seat for me. And I thank them immensely each time!
However, I'm always amazed by the creativity used my some passengers to avoid losing their, as I call it, ass support. There is always the "I use my IPad so I didn't see you", the "I suddenly fell asleep", the "What is that little thing on my winter coat that will keep me busy until my station", the "I must have a People magazine in my purse that I find super captivating", etc.
I went to the doctor today for a regular appointment and I still have a month and a half of pregnant belly jiggling in the metro before I can stop working. Until that day, well, there is not much I can do except rub my belly in a tender way hoping that it will charm somebody out of "my" reserved seat!