Well, this pregnancy is heading into the home stretch. I’m at week 30 this week, giving me roughly 10 weeks to go until Li’l Bean makes her appearance (and probably gets a new pseudonym on the blog). Suffice it to say that I am quite obviously infanticipating and am well beyond the stage where people look at me and whisper between themselves whether I’m expecting or did I just gain a few pounds?
On the other hand, I’m beginning to get comments like this one, from the lady cutting fabric at Hobby-Lobby:
“You’re due in January? Oh, honey, you’re not going to make it that long. Are you sure there’s just one in there?”
But on the bright side of things came this comment from a lady at Church on Sunday:
“You’re due in January? I don’t believe it; you look so tiny for having had five kids!”
Much better, I think. 😉
My OB startled me one day by saying he hated Mondays because it meant all his pregnant patients went to Church on Sunday. Now I know he’s a Christian and all that so I was amazed–particularly in Bible Belt–to hear a comment like that. He then followed up with: “Because at Church they had a ton of women telling them they look too big/too small/baby’s dropped/baby hasn’t dropped but should have….and I have to deal with frantic phone calls all day.” So no, I didn’t call him after the Hobby-Lobby experience, no matter how sorely I might have been tempted. 😉