It turns out, as every pregnant woman knows, that there is no shortage of advice and observations for those with child. Just today (in ONE. SINGLE. DAY.), I had 3, count 'em THREE, people basically tell me that I'm a whale and there was no way I'm making it to my due date. Um? Really?
Equally disturbing are the people who tell me how difficult my life will be with two kids. And how exactly should I respond? "Oh, if it gets too rough I'm giving the new one to my mom?" OR "Darn it, I knew we should've consulted you before deciding to enlarge our family." OR "What do you think I should do about 'it' now?"
Luckily, I'm still on the anti-anxiety/anti-depressant and these comments did not send me into a total meltdown of epic pregnant-lady proportions. Nope. I just kind of giggle and walk away, all the while looking at my ever-protruding belly wondering how it's possible to get bigger. . . and how to keep my shirts from shrinking.