|20 weeks - Taken on October 5, 2014|
"It's a boy."
Approximately 90% of people were wrong!
"Are you happy?" (when we announced the pregnancy)
This caught me off guard. Of course, I am! Why wouldn't I be? This kid was totally planned. Like, really planned -- as in we tried all of one time. Our sweet One Shot Wonder.
"Whoa. They really are getting big."
I warned my husband, but it wasn't warning enough! I've always appreciated my 32B-sized breasts, but they've been fed the pregnancy breath of life, and it's starting to get ridiculous. The wire-free bras I've worn for four years might as well be double-padded Wonder Bras. Also, I think cleavage is overrated.
"Do you want a boy or a girl?"
My response: A healthy human, because it would be really weird if it was a cat or a pineapple. And really painful.
"You're 20 weeks? How are you that tiny? You're all belly. I was twice as big when I was 20 weeks. I want to slap you, but I'm not going to."
Thanks. Good chat.
"Look at that pooch! You're getting so big!"
This proves that, like beauty, big and small are subjective/relative terms. Also, I'm not personally offended, but does anyone else find it odd/rude that pregnant women seem to be fair game with regards to commenting on body size?
"She has long legs! It could just be a growth spurt, but her legs are measuring one week ahead of schedule... which she must get from Daddy."
You're telling me, lady! Those gams are definitely not from me!