I love it when people use the phrase “you’re not fat, you’re pregnant.” As if that’s some sort of lame attempt attempt at making you feel better for being fat. It’s like people don’t stop to even think that you could possibly be sensitive about the fact that you’re growing faster than you can keep up with actually getting used to the changes that are happening to you.
I’m not one of those people that harbors a basketball in my shirt so that from behind I look like a normal person. No, I get pregnant everywhere. The last time, I went overboard. So it stands to reason. This time, I haven’t gone nearly overboard, and I still have fat pregnancy head. Along with pregnancy thighs, calves, and whatever else has the ability to harbor fat. I didn’t notice it so much with the Mini. Even when people I knew made the “If I didn’t know better, I’d think it was twins” comment. With this one, I’ve felt so much more sensitive and hyper aware. I’ve gained 1/4 of the weight, but I still look like the Michelin tire man.
Seriously people. Next time you have the urge to say “You’re not fat, you’re pregnant.” Fight it. Because even if your intentions are good, the pregnant person is still sensitive about it and most likely feels like a beached whale. Also? HORMONAL.