I’ll be the first to admit that I got bigger faster with this pregnancy than with my first one. I know the first spike in weight was a result of going from walking 10,000 steps a day to spending every day on the couch moaning. It was all downhill from there, and even when my weight gain mellowed-out my belly seemed to grow exponentially with time. I was not very far along before people started patting my belly (I tried, akwardly, to tell them that was just my fat being pushed out by the baby, still too small to feel,) and then -horrors!- asking me if I was carrying twins. Of course when I stated emphatically that I knew there was only one baby they started asking how soon I was to delivery.
I’m only halfway there, people, the birth is not an imminent event.
I was really developping a complex about it until I finally spent some time with family and close friends. My husband’s aunt didn’t even know I was pregnant, but greeted me with an enthusiastic “you look great!” My boss scolded me for “loosing weight” while pregnant. My girlfriends said, “you’re already 24 weeks?” And I looked in the mirror, finally, and realized that I really am not so big underneath all those clothes. I just don’t know why I listened to all those people in the first place.