Good thing I had my Bubble of Peace going

Here follows a conversation between me and the girl at the grocery store checkout counter.

Girl, nodding at my massive belly: So how long do you have left?

Me: About two weeks or so.

Girl: Yeah, I just did that 7 weeks ago.

Me: Oh wow, you look great. Congratulations, did you have a boy or girl?

Girl: A girl.

Me: I'm having a boy.

Girl: Is it your first?

Me: Yep.

Girl: . . . oh.

Me: What?

Girl: Oh, it's just that first births seem like they're the hardest ones. At least for everyone I've talked to. And for me. This second one was easy. The first one was really hard.

Me: You know what? I take it back. You look way fat.

Except that last part was just in my mind. In real life I smiled vaguely and moved on. But seriously, why would somebody say that--how is that meant to be helpful or encouraging?

In other news, I did my hair this morning so that I can take a 38-weeks picture to post up here. So check back for that. I took one last week but didn't post it--I was convinced that my fat face was a trick of the light and would totally go away if I tried again later. Except . . . yeah. That might actually be my real face (read: chins).

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