“Is today your due date?” a woman called across the park this morning.
“No,” said my husband, laughing.
I chose to ignore the exchange, instead helping Julian with his sand toys.
“Must be soon,” she concluded.
“Not really,” said Ryan. “Two months to go.”
“Wow,” she said. “Oh, wow.”
I just stood there like the stunned whale that I am.
Happy Mother’s Day to me!
Picture taken at 32 weeks 0 days, aka 7 months for you non-birth-mothers.
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I think you look great! I was very large with my first (and only), but somehow I didn’t get comments like this.
Do people really have to say exactly what they’re thinking? Gah! But I think you look fabulous!
You look fabulous. Le sigh… waiting for my own preggo belly.
I get that too - I’m 32 weeks today. I think people just forget what a pregnant lady looks like. I compare myself to all the other 7.5 month pregnant women in my prenatal classes and assure myself that I am not abnormal.
I looked like I was carrying another whole woman when I was 32 weeks - yes, I was huge! People are dorks. I guess the upside is that she at least realized you’re like that because you’re pregnant.
Ohh ouch!
Yeah I got that too, I was due in Sept, and I got this starting mid June. I flew from the UK to Canada and then on to Aus after that, all the relatives were Holly cow you should NOT be flying.
It was great fun going through immigration I tell you. Helped that I’m lets call it quite assertive when I’m pregnant and jet lagged. That immigration official will NOT be messing with any other preggers women in a hurry.
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