Sunday, September 2, 2012

awkward

A patient's mom, marvelling at my...girth:
"Wow, you look great...not much further to go, huh? Any time now?"
"Umm...yeah, only about eighteen more weeks."

Seriously.
I'm not that big.
I don't have the pictures to prove it (this week...or last week...or the week before that...maybe I should enlist Bill to snap those cute insufferable week-by-week "bumpdate" pics? yeah, no.), but I swear I am not that big.
I am not waddling.
I wore a normal, size small (albeit, empire-waisted) dress last night.
It's not like I'm eating a scoop of ice cream for breakfast (every day) or sitting on my ass reading baby blogs (all day, every day)...

Any time now?
It had to be the unflattering scrubs.



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