Gasp - Trying.Not.To.Cry

So, in my quest to have my precious baby boy, I gained a whopping 70 pounds. I got HUGE. Since having Cole, I have managed to lose 45 pounds thus far but still have 35 to go. Not bad in my opinion but I still have to really be kicking my ass to get the rest of this weight off. Now, for those of you who have seen me lately, I don't look pregnant - at least I don't think. Just larger than I was. I have not yet gotten back to the more form fitting shirts/tops that I used to wear pre-prego days. Rather, I wear shirts that are a bit flowier (is that even a word). And I refuse to shop for other clothing items until I have lost more weight.

Now, onto the reason for the above paragraph.

Setting: On the elevator at work. Man enters.

Man: Hello, how are you?

Me: Good thanks.

Man: When are you due?

Me: Blank stare

Man: You are pregnant, aren't you?

Me: I'm not pregnant.

Man: Oh, you look....

Me: (cutting him off) - It's the style of the shirt.

Man: Wow, I'm so sorry. Well, I guess I have nothing more to say to you now.

Me: It's cool.

Uncomfortable silence for the next 6 floors while I reach my destination.....

Man: Have a nice day.


WTF? Are you fucking kidding me! Haven't we hit the total P.C. age where even if you know someone is 9 months pregnant and about to pop - you STILL don't assume they're pregnant and you certainly don't ask when they're due....?

Woe is me. I feel like climbing into bed right now with a big grab bag of comfort foods.