"Was she a large girl? Round through the hips? Roomy?" Hannibal Lector

Aside from feeling like a possible target of Buffalo Bill in Silence of the Lambs, I have had two compliments this week that would make any very pregnant lady smile.

The 1st was from a fellow pregger in the elevator going to the parking deck of my office building. She turned to me and exclaimed that she hated being pregnant. I responded that I didn’t hate it, but that I had grown increasingly uncomfortable the last few weeks. I asked her when she was due and she said, not until December, this was her second child and she just popped early. I laughed and said, well, this is my first and I popped at 10 weeks! I only have 11 weeks to go though! (I LOVE saying that!!! So hard to believe!) Anyway, she said, “11 weeks? You look fantastic!!” I wanted to kiss her!! She made my day!

The 2nd was today. I went for my physical and the medical assistant asked me how far along I was as I was stepping on the scale, and I told her 7 ½ months, and she said, “YOU ARE SO TINY!” I thanked her and told her I really appreciated that, but that the scale is not going to concur! That was certainly music to my ears, I am NOT tiny. The exact opposite, actually, but I don’t mind. It’s not something I can help!