When Fat Is Not Fat

Some people still look at me like “Maybe she’s got a beer belly!” or “She’s a fat little small girl, isn’t she?”, even though I am already feeling like my tummy is going to explode.

Granted, I have three plus months and a whole lot of growing to go, so I guess there will come a time when it will be so obvious that I’m pregnant.

Meanwhile, I see people do a doubletake when they pass me on the street.

Tell me, isn’t it obvious I’m carrying another being?

Or does it just look like the typical post-dinner-food-coma Dot that you’ve come to know?

I ask this because I walked into a maternity store today and met a sales woman who was a little large around the tummy area, instantly raising my suspicions.

She asked how far along I was and if I knew it was a boy or a girl. She volunteered that she was pregnant and so, I politely asked if she was having a boy or a girl.

“Oh, I don’t know yet. I’m only 8 weeks pregnant.” (For the non-pregnant-speaking folks, 8 weeks is the very beginning of a pregnancy and you don’t “show” at all.)

Foot. In. Mouth.