All of a sudden, in the last three days, well-meaning people have started commenting frequently on my size; which, by the way, is
much less remarkable than it was when I was pregnant with Shef.
First came the comment from the school secretary: “And were you THIS large with your first child?!”
Then the librarian: “Wow! You’re getting big! I mean, in a good way! It's good!”
Then, I had this exchange with the psychology teacher as we passed each other in the hallway: “You must be counting down the days!”
Me: “No, I actually have seven weeks left.”
PT: “REALLY?! Are you KIDDING?!”
Me: “Nope!”
PT: “Oh. Well.” Pause. “Youlookgreat.”
And finally tonight, Dan’s very lovely aunt, whom I’ve always liked a lot: “Hi, Tubby!”
Me: “Did you just call me ‘Tubby’?”
Aunt: “Yeah! You know. As a nice thing!”
And then she patted my back fat.