Exhibit A. This is me when I was roughly 22 weeks pregnant with the twins in 2005:
Exhibit B. This is me now, today, at roughly 21-22 weeks pregnant with a singleton. I say “roughly” because we have no idea what the date of conception was and every time we have an ultrasound I am measuring differently (but my due date, 10/29/11, remains unchanged):
Yes, there is a baby in there. A baby girl. Yes, we are sure.
And to the woman I didn’t know who gasped in horror at my size/girth last night once I told her how far along I was: I WILL SHOW YOU “BIG,” SISTER. Or at least I will show you the semi-flattering photos I have of me as “big.”
Some of you may want to close your eyes for these. Fair warning.
Exhibit C: These are the last official belly shots we took before I delivered the twins, somewhere around 32-33 weeks. I shudder to think what I’d have looked like if I’d carried the girls to term:
So there you have it folks. If you recover enough to take anything away from this post, please let it be the cardinal rule of pregnancy etiquette: NEVER tell ANY pregnant woman she is “big.” Or “small” for that matter. Don’t make any reference to her size at all, in fact. Just be sweet and tell her how radiant and beautiful she is. Refrain from making any comments which could send her into panic mode or a deep depression. Oh, and let us not forget—don’t walk up to someone and congratulate her on her pregnancy if YOU ARE NOT SURE SHE IS EVEN PREGNANT!
If you haven’t linked up with Shell yet, you have through tomorrow, June 20th, to do so! Hop on over and see all the cute bellies that have already joined the party!