Oh my poor horizontally gifted body. Saturday I was at Goodwood BBQ with Tom. Tom was holding Cayden, who was asleep and heavy. He sat down next to a couple and their elderly parents (I'm assuming). The sweet little old lady saw me standing and said, "Oh dear, come sit by me, there's a spot right here!" She patted the 6 inch wide spot next to her. I hesitated for about a half a second, imagining me sitting down and ending up oozing on her frail lap like an enormous pile of bread dough. I said, "Oh I'm just fine, thank you" and pretended to read the paper at the bar. I overheard her saying to her son or son in law, "oh the poor dear doesn't have a place to sit, AND SHE'S PREGNANT! I giggled to my self hearing this, especially when the son offered no response- he knew I was pregnant with butter and cheese and not a baby!
My favorite incident was at Chin Wah restaurant a few months ago. I was in the bathroom washing my hand when the cutest little boy of about 6 came in. He shyly came up to me and whispered, "Are you going going to have a baby soon?" Not missing a beat, not wanting to embarrass him I said, "I sure am!" The little boy's face just lit up and he said, "I KNEW IT! I just KNEW it!!" Imagine his surprise at the butter cheese baby I give birth to!