This is a conversation that was had tonight between me and my step-mother-in-law:
HER: Are you sure you’re not having twins?
ME: Yeah, I’m sure.
HER: If you get any bigger you won’t be able to move around!
HER: Really! I don’t think I was that big even at the end of my pregnancies!
ME: (Silently walking away so she wouldn’t see me cry.)
This conversation really happened, in public, at a restaurant, at the end of an otherwise wonderful evening. I cried the whole 30 minute drive home. I have no idea how anyone would think it a good idea to say those things to a pregnant woman. To any woman, as my husband pointed out.
Yes, I’ve put on some weight. Sure, it’s about 10 pounds more than I should have by this point. But what the fuck? I just googled pictures of women that are 22 weeks pregnant, and some of them look a lot bigger than I do. Some of them are smaller, too. Honestly, I think I’m right about in the middle.
Until tonight I thought my burgeoning belly was cute. I’d admire it in the mirror.… Read the rest