No I'm not talking about the fun tune by the Foo Fighters. I am talking about me, my stomach, as this rather thin women at the food store so kindly felt the need to share.
The story goes:
I'm at a local grocery store buying 2 items that I forgot to buy the day before. The cashier notices I'm pregnant (there is no hiding it anymore).
She says, so when are you due?
I reply, May 20th.
She then says, Are you sure there is only one baby in there?
Me trying to keep my composer, Yep.
She continues, That must be one big baby.
This is not what I need or want to hear. In other words she said you are huge, you look like a boat or a house or any large object. .. If only I had a large object it would have been hurled directly at her forehead. I have I mentioned I'm feeling a little sensitive about my growing belly. I know I should be embracing my new large figure with excitement but some days I just want to bend down to put my shoes on with ease.
Week: 33
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