July 2: 72nd St., crowded 2 train. I'm wearing my maternity dress, the one that makes me look REALLY pregnant. Stand in front of two people -- black guy in his 20s, woman of indeterminate ethnic background in her 30s, both of able body. Both listening to iPods, both surreptitiously eye my belly, neither one gets up. Hey -- just because you can't HEAR me doesn't mean you can't SEE me. Last time I checked, iPods don't cause blindness, folks.
I should say, at this point in the experiment, it's pretty much academic curiosity. Who will get up? Who will stay seated? I'm perfectly capable of standing, but it's just nice to be offered a seat when you're obviously pregnant. If at some point in the future I am in actual pregnancy-related discomfort, I will be more proactive and ask people for their seats. Which sounds kind of embarrassing. But I guess being a parent sometimes means embarrassing yourself in public, so maybe it'll be good practice.
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