This is a stage that probably everyone hates, but I feel like this time it has lasted much longer and is much worse.
On the rare occasion I venture out of the house alone it seems obviously to all that there is a baby in my belly. Old men at the grocery store even tell me congratulations, they aren't scared. But when I am with my lovely 9 1/2 month old, I'm just fat. I will even go out of my way to tell people, and they reply: Oh, I had no idea, you don't look like you're pregnant! Ugh.
I mean come on people, I'm over 5 months pregnant, it looks like a pregnant belly. Just because I am carting around a huge young baby doesn't mean it's just fat. Go ahead and ask. It makes me happy. Aaron tells me I have to take one for the team, that it's better to not ask people who are not pregnant and ignore those who are, just in case. I still say ugh.
Next time I will make sure to have my kids farther apart, just to clear up any confusion.
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