I used to ask Sam how far along I looked. That was until I started working out with my sister-in-law 10 weeks ago. Since that time, I have lost seven pounds and although I know I still have more to go (eight until my pre-pregnancy weight), my clothes are fitting better and I feel much more confident.
Let's set the scene:
Tonight I was sitting in the Relief Society room waiting for mutual opening exercises. A few stragglers were still in the room from choir practice which had just ended. The young woman who was conducting stood up to begin and the room quieted. I was sitting in an aisle seat (is this an airplane?) with Alex on my lap and a young woman was sitting in the seat to my left with Edison on her lap. An old lady walked by me. She stopped right over me and said, "When are you due?" I hoped that she were talking to someone else but I knew she couldn't possibly be. She was practically stepping on my feet with how close she was to me. I looked straight up at her and said, "I'm not pregnant."
Most people would move on. She then said, "Oh. You're like me. We just always look pregnant. [Something about how long ago she had kids and she still looks pregnant]". I said, "Well, I am not pregnant. This one (Alex) is mine and this one (Edison) is mine." She said, "That explains it. I had a Caesarian and so they tore up all my muscles and I can't ever get my belly to go away."
Remember how the room was silent because we were just about to start? Everyone was staring at me and I felt fat all night (on top of my usual feeling fat-ness). I made it home before I cried.
I had hoped I never would have had a story like this. And if it did ever happen, I planned to have a clever response or just tell the person I was due in four months to spare them from the embarrassment. This lady didn't deserve either response. She was tactless.