But that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
They give me that perplexed look when I say: “in 2012″ or “oh, it’s a long time from now” or “I’m not due for another 3-1/2 month”.
This past week, after politely answering to a stranger that I had such a long road still ahead of me, she said the classic response “are you sure you’re not having twins?”, as she chuckles as if she made the funniest joke ever.
I HATE being asked if I’m having twin. No, I’m not having twins, I’m sure of it. And really, so what if I was? It happens, you know.
Being this is my fourth pregnancy in seven years, my uterus is tired. It’s waving it’s white flag in surrender. My ab muscles have long left my body and there’s basically nothing holding this baby in.
Yes, I’m showing rather large for this stage in my pregnancy. My younger sister is expecting for the first time, roughly six weeks ahead of me, and yeah, of course my belly looks bigger than her. But it’s her first baby, and she’s quite a bit taller (and younger) than I am.
At the end of the day, I try to let it all rolls off my back, or should I say belly. I’m immune to the questions, the perplexed looks, and the rude (but not intended to be) comments strangers give.
I’m almost 33 years old, pregnant for the fourth time, with 15 weeks left. Of course my body isn’t going to look like it did when I was 25, pregnant for the for the first time.
Have you ever gotten a rude comment from a stranger when you tell them how many weeks you still have to go? How did you deal?