In any case, here we are. Behold the blooming belly!!
There isn't a whole lot to report this week in the way of things that are new -- though I will say that the haircut is new, which really doesn't directly relate to pregnancy, but having gone a little more than three months without one, I was more than ready and thus incredibly happy that the load on my head has been lightened. My hips still hurt, and I'm definitely getting my money's worth at the chiropractor when I go. Austen still rolls, squirms, and kicks like crazy and I'm still getting asked if 1) I'm sure there aren't two in there, and 2) If my due date is correct.
It's an emphatic YES on both counts.
This past weekend, when we were out for James' birthday, I got a belly size-related comment that as far as this pregnant lady is concerned, ranks in my top three worst unsolicited pregnancy comments of all time. After a feast at Red Lobster for his birthday, James wanted a hot fudge shake from Dairy Queen. So we found the closest one and I bought him his hot fudge shake. The woman who took our order, who was wackily and ridiculously uninhibited, asked when I was due.
Here we go, I thought.
I told her I was due in January and bit my lip when she raised and extended the fingers of her left hand so she could count on her right hand how many months it was until January.
Well, there must be at least two in there! she said.
James, who had just minutes before talked about how fun it would be to mess with the person who asked me about it said, No! In fact, there are three! as he patted my belly proudly.
Well, I was thinking ... she said.
For those of you who are wondering, she did escape from this encounter unscathed -- not that I wasn't tempted. And it reminded me a lot of this particular encounter in Kansas last summer. Everybody's an expert, eh? I've always wondered -- would someone really explode if they didn't get to tell me (or any other pregnant lady) just how big she was? ... because 1) Chances are she already knows, and 2) Your safety simply not be guaranteed when making size-related remarks to a woman hopped up on massive amounts of Mama Bear hormones.
Group Discussion Time
I remember asking this last time I was getting the size-related comments in my pregnancy with Ewan, but for those of you out there who have had similar experiences, I'd love to know how you responded to or handled these. Most of the time, I just let it slide or tell them I'm doing and feeling great, but ones like these make me wish people would just put a sock in it. I love telling people that I am measuring exactly on track for a woman pregnant with one baby, but they don't seem to believe me.
Feel free to discuss on the Team Ewan page on Facebook. I can't wait to hear what you have to say!
Until next week then!
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