The woman was sweet enough, asked how I was feeling, commended me for being on my feet, working a gig.
When I asked her if she had any children of her own, she said she a teenage boy. She then told me a story about how she embarrassed her mother, years ago, when she was pregnant with her son, when referring to herself as a “parasitic host” while pregnant. She said her mother was “mortified” to hear her use such language in reference to such a “beautiful and glorious gift that women are given.”
Good thing this woman’s mother has never met me…
It was after she shared the parasite story with me that I attempted to excuse myself and get back to shooting the film festival. Instead of letting me peace out gracefully, this woman asked me a question that stopped me in my tracks.
“So what are you? 6 months along?”
I’m fairly certain that my eyes fell out of my head and rolled in to the street. Do I look 6 months pregnant to you? REALLY?
“No. I’ve just recently finished my first trimester.”
I tried not to sound as bitchy as I felt, fairly certain that my uncontrollable stink-eye was making the woman uncomfortable. She then back-peddled a bit and mentioned something 4 months along and then I wished her an enjoyable evening and went back to snapping photos.
I took the above picture this week. Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t see how I look to be 6 months along with this pregnancy. Granted, I birth big babies… Jackson was born at 39 weeks, weighing 9 lbs 6 oz. I tremble to think of how much that kiddo would’ve weighed if given that last week to marinate.
This baby? I have no idea how big it’ll be, but with me being 5 ft 9 and my husband being 6 ft 6, I can only assume the trend of the larger than average baby will continue.
Maybe I should’ve given the woman my address and told her to pop on by my house come April…
Have random strangers, or even friends/family, incorrectly guessed how far along you were in your pregnancy? How did you respond?