So yesterday I was at Bed Bath & Beyond chatting with the lady at the check-out, telling her we were trying to find a house. She says, "oh yeah - you want to find a house before the baby comes".
I said "I already have a baby - she's almost one!".
The lady proceeds to look at my mid-section and changes the subject because she realized she just called me pregnant.
Damn, I knew the babydoll shirt I was wearing would make me look pregnant, but I didn't have much else clean that didn't need ironing.
You would think that would scare me into getting my butt in shape, but nope, not really.
I deserve it. Almost one year later and I am the same weight I was two weeks after giving birth. Lost five, gained it all back. Sigh.
Once I was in the kitchen with four of HP's friends' wives and I said, "Oh, I'm the only one here not pregnant!"
One of the girls said, "I'm not pregnant."
Duh - I just passed her one-month old baby in the hallway. But she did look 6 months pregnant, to be perfectly honest. But that's also totally allowed. What's not allowed is looking 6 months pregnant one year later.
At least the lady thought I was pregnant and not just fat!
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It's not you, it's the shirt. ;)
Seriously! Anytime I wear an empire-waist top or dress, my husband hates it because he says it makes me look fat. And I'm not. Sigh. Fashion sure can be painful! ;)
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