It's crazy what 21 weeks can do to a body (and baby), huh? Admittedly, I posted this as much for my benefit as yours. As you will see - and read - in a second, I've grown quite a bit in the past couple weeks. And some people just can't help but tell me so...
Picture this: I'm walking downtown with my friend/coworker, Tiffany, to grab lunch while wearing this outfit:
...when we cross paths with a young hippie dude who stops in his tracks and says to me, in his best Staples Commercial Dude voice (really, I kid you not), "WOW! You're HUGE! You look like you're going to POP!"
I'll give you a second to re-read that.
OK, got that?
So my response was to somewhat sarcastically say, "WOW, thanks - you're awesome!"
And then HE asks, "But really...when are you due?" to which I reply, "In about 5 weeks." And he, not realizing he's already said more than enough, opens his pie hole again and says, "Well it looks like they are going to have to induce you in TWO weeks!"
After picking my jaw off the ground, I said, "Hmm...yeah, that won't be happening." He then maybe realizes he went too far with the pregnant lady and says cheerily, "Well, you go and have a healthy baby now!" before scurrying away.
It took everything in me not to yell after him, "Well, you go and get some duct tape for your BIG FAT MOUTH now!"
Tiffany then looks at me and says, "Omigod, what is wrong with some people?" The only answer I have to give is, "I don't have enough TIME to tell you what's wrong with some people, Tiff!"
That night I went home and asked Mark to take a picture of me in the outfit I was wearing in my 35th week when some random dude stuck both of his feet in his mouth and almost got smacked kindly by a pregnant lady.
|Hello, my name is Amy and I'm all bark & no bite.|
This week's pictures were taken right before we attended our infant/child CPR class I mentioned here. After a long day at work, no one wants to go to a 4-hour class during which time you are asked to get on the floor and do chest compressions on a plastic doll, right? WELL. Try that while sportin' THIS, ya'll:
|Now THAT'S a belleh!|
|Does it look smaller in a black shirt? Yeah...didn't think so.|
|I joke about my stomach - and it's OK FOR ME TO DO THAT (not you, hippie boy!) - but really? I love it so. I mean, just look; it's a hotel for my baby!|