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Pregnant vs. Just Plain Fat

Saturday, I had the opportunity to go to a Pampered Chef party at a friend's house. I was feeling particularly bubbly that day and it must have showed. As everyone tells me to say hi to my boys for them, the consultant asks, "How many boys do you have?" I said, "Four," and she asked, "And one on the way?" I gave her a blank stare. How in the world did she guess? I am only about a month along. As everyone congratulates me, I am still in shock. I hadn't planned on anyone knowing for at least two more months. As I'm driving home, I realize that it could have gone badly. What if I hadn't been pregnant? That led to more thinking and here's how it went:
Those of you who don't even start showing until your fourth month- I hate you.
Those of you who don't get the kind of morning sickness that lasts all day every day for four months- I hate you.
Those of you who don't go through a nightmare of pain without medication during labor- I hate you.
Those of you who get their body back two months after the birth of their baby- I hate you.
Those of you who only gain 10 pounds during their pregnancy- I hate you.
I am still wondering if I had "prego" stamped on my forehead or if she saw that I had a mama pouch and thought it was alright to say something. This has made me realize something. I need to do my Pilates more often.

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striving... said…
And I love you too.
March 20, 2007 at 10:25 AM
Dee said…
Uh....no offense. Really. You know I love you all.
March 20, 2007 at 12:47 PM
Andrea said…
Dee, when you were relating this story to me over the phone, I at first thought the lady thought you were pregnant when you were not. I remember thinking, "Oh my goodness, poor Dee." Which was promptly followed by "I thought Dee looked really good last time I saw her."
I was so relieved to know you really were pregnant. I don't care what you think, you are one of the prettiest pregnant women I know. I think you were made to have lots of babies. Motherhood suits you well.
March 20, 2007 at 4:37 PM
striving... said…
Amen to that Andrea, now she just needs a little girl. Dee, I think you would raise the most loving daughters, you need a girl.and I know you love us, ;)
March 22, 2007 at 8:52 AM
Gone for now said…
Men get beer bellies and women get mama pouches. I guess, all in all, the latter is certainly more indicative of virtue and much more dignified.

BTW, I second the idea that my wife is the prettiest pregnant woman in the world. You should see her during her unmedicated births. She has the courage and strength of a Celtic warrior queen, even if she is mostly English.

Andrew
March 23, 2007 at 10:58 PM
striving... said…
Andy, in a way that is really sweet. She does have great courage, doesn't she? you have a great woman on your hands.
March 26, 2007 at 8:22 AM
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