First, I should thank you all for your kind words. It's amazing what can happen when you actually shower and do your hair and make-up. (Or is it make up?)
I had an appointment today (32 weeks, 5 days) and I'm measuring at 41 weeks. This is no little belly. I'm now apparently big enough that the world at large has decided that it's acceptable for random passers-by to comment on my apparently imminent date with the birth center.
I've had people asking when I was due for several months now (and they always look a me strange when I say November) but now the comments have become "Any day now, huh?" and "Good L**d woman! You're due in what? two days?" I responded to that one with a civil "Nope, more like two months," and went on my merry way, leaving him to wonder why in the world I was so huge.
But really? I don't think the picture I posted does full justice to the huge-ness that is my belly. Because not only does it stick out there, but it's pretty wide as well. I mean, I've got two babies in there that were measuring 5+ lbs last week. That's over 11 lbs of baby, people. I felt huge with Caroline (pictured here) and she was under 10 lbs. And it's only going to get bigger.
But that's a good thing, so I'm not going to complain. About the size at least.
The unsolicited comments from complete strangers are another matter.