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It all started yesterday at the doctors office.  You would think that the nurses are all fully aware that they are dealing with emotional, hormonal pregnant women, but I guess not!  They should just do their job and not make any comments unless they have met you at least one time.  This particular nurse was visiting from the office across the hall and trying to help out... I should be using "help out" lightly!  As she was weighing me the slider kept moving further and further to the heavier side.  She must have noticed my eyes bugging out of my head because she said, "Oh did we gain a bit too much weight since the last visit?"  I was slightly stunned that she wasn't intelligent enough to know, you don't say that to a pregnant woman!!  Actually, I don't think I would say that to any woman.

Later, Lindsay and I had stopped by Target (the French store).  While we were waiting in line and I was wishing there was somewhere to sit, the lady behind me in line started chatting.  I haven't had any strangers talk to me about my pregnancy or expanding waist line, so I just thought here we go again!  She told me that my belly was cute.  I was prepared for the worst and she was nice!  I noticed that she was pregnant also and told her that her little belly was much cuter.  She agreed that the nurse was mean, that made me feel so much better.  I stayed home the rest of the day, I didn't want to have any other issues arise.

Today at Wal-mart (maybe that says it all) I had some ladies ask when I was due.  I told them less than 3 weeks to go!  I was really excited that time was moving a little quicker now that I have less than a month.  They said oh good, you look ready!  I'm not sure exactly how that comment was meant.  Do I look really tired and worn down?  Do I look super huge and ready to pop?  I did feel all of the above, but no one is supposed to actually tell you that!  Maybe I'm mistaken, but what happened to tact!

The only uplifting thing that happened was on my walk to the car, there was a clown making balloon animals and other surprises.  I have learned to walk out and not catch the eye of any of the many people that sit out front of Wal-mart and try to get you to donate or buy something from them.  I was doing really well until the clown said, you look pretty today.  I did turn and say thank you, all the while I was thinking that isn't going to get me to buy one of your balloons!  I decided that I should just accept his compliment and be glad that someone was nice to the fat lady.  Then again, this man was dressed as a clown...