Big

Its the wee hours of the morning and I am up because it seems impossible to get comfortable enough to sleep. And as I ponder life and how to convince my husband I never want to experience pregnancy again my mind drifts to things that--to put it mildly--piss me off.

Today I was thinking about my recent outings. And it seems that every time I run into someone they are compelled to say something like this: "Wow, you're big!" Then the look at me expectantly for a response. I want to say "No shit Sherlock", but I have started to just stare. I really hate that comment. I don't want to hear it--I already live it every single day. I'm uncomfortable beyond words and if there is a moment in the day that I can take my mind off this state of being I absolutely relish it.

Here is an idea for all you non pregnant people out there...talk about something else! If I had a dime for every time I was asked when I'm due, do you know what you're having, how do you feel then I think I would have enough money to send both my kids to college and pay off my student loans.

It gets old...fast. When you see a pregnant gal, be nice--give her your seat--and be creative, ask her about work or her garden so something. And under no circumstances tell her she is big!