I went from not showing at all to: “You’re 22 weeks pregnant? Huh….you’re really small.” I know that even writing about this I am dooming myself to karmactic justice. Storms of women will immediately tell me that it isn’t until your 6th month that you really start popping out, that it takes a while for your stomach muscles to give in, and that your 2nd pregnancy will be entirely different (that in fact you will start showing the second you conceive). Many people can’t wait to crow, “Just wait! You’re going to get huge!” And if I don’t hear all of this, then I get the incredulous and definitive statement: “You’re really small.” To which I babble on about my height, my long torso, etc.

None of this really matters, other then it’s slightly uncomfortable having people rate you. As someone who is usually pretty comfortable being stared at, directing attention to myself has always been a talent of mine. This, however, is a whole new ball game. This is probably why I haven’t been able to set foot on a stage in quite some time, or take a dance class confidently, or even walk down the street without feeling like my belly button might pop at any moment. All this speculation is nice, but it’s also making me kind of shy…