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Mmmm, food. I’ve discovered that I can eat maybe three or four bites of almost anything before never wanting to look at it again—a vast improvement over just a few weeks ago, when the total was exactly zero bites. Progress!
A few people have said to me in the last week, “I heard you’re pregnant!” Um, you heard it? Like, you couldn’t tell by looking? Because there’s a strong possibility that I’m just rotund? I’m not liking this line of thought.
Maybe they really couldn’t tell. I have a couple of shirts in my closet that are clearly third trimester shirts, so I’ve been avoiding them. And then I realized that the whole “third trimester” thing is less than six weeks away. (Four weeks away? Five weeks? I never can keep track of the weeks until the very end.) The shirts still don’t fit, but I did hyperventilate a little.
“I’ve heard. . .” is a nice way to bring up the subject. That way if you weren’t pregnant, they could easily back off with “well you don’t look pregnant, I guess I just heard wrong.”
Hmmm, diplomacy. I suppose that’s okay then.
When I was 14, my mother was pregnant with my youngest sister. When she was about 4 months along (so, not extremely pregnant, in the grand scheme of things) we were in a convenience store, and ran into the mother of one of my classmates. She took one look at my mother and said, “Oh, are you pregnant? Really, you are? Oh, that’s good, because… well, never mind. Is it a Christmas baby?” (This was in December – she was due in April) “No? Oh. Well. Then, is it twins? Because you’re… well.”
Since then, I won’t acknowledge someone’s pregnancy without their initation unless they’re actively in labor. It’s just too much of an emotional minefield.