That's something for which I might be very proud. Except that she clapped and cheered because I was able to get up (rather gracefully I might say) from a crouching position in the vitamin aisle at Target. Says the lady "Wow! I'm surprised you can still do that!"
Proof positive! I've officially made it! I've made it to the part of pregnancy where total strangers are all of a sudden driven by some irresistible force to comment whether it be helpful or rude. The "Wow, that's a big baby," and the "You're a butterball!" But even the weirdness of people who fell compelled to talk to my STOMACH and maybe ask it questions like if it's being good to its mommy or if its mommy is singing to it (or READING IT THE BIBLE BECAUSE THE BABY CAN HEAR YOU ALREADY, YOU KNOW!). I smile politely. I make a kind comment. I walk away. I want to say "OMG, PLEASE STOP BEING SO WEIRD."
Another (older) lady, this time at Banana today while I was looking for a birthday present for the Bubba in the after-holiday super sales, said "It's funny that the styles today are all about tight-fitting clothes. Even for people like you!" while gesturing at my mid-section. I was wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt. Way to make me feel like I was dressed like a hussy in skin-tight clothes, lady! I mean, really, we've come a fair way in maternity fashion from the muumuus that this lady might have had to wear if she had kids. And I say thank goodness! There's nothing cuter than skinny little legs sticking out from under a beach ball belly, amiright?
(And if I'm not, keep it to yourself, mmmmkay, because I like my delusion.)
Oh people. Why does pregnancy always become an "All Play" sort of game?