They Know… (Week 21)
So, last week I went to Red Lobster and nearly cried when I couldn’t seem to get a glass of water.
When the drinks finally came, I immediately downed mine and The Boy pushed his over to me. I was about to start working on my sweet tea when the waitress came over and said that she’d get me a refill right away.
Towards the end of the meal she leans in and says "So…do you know…?" and gestured towards my tummy.
I was confused for a moment, and then I realized that she was politely trying to figure out if I was pregnant or just fat. I think that the obsession with lemon-water and cheddar bay biscuits might have given me away. It was the first time that a complete stranger had commented on my pregnancy – so I guess that means that other people can tell. Exciting! And Scary! "Oh! I’m due in May…and it’s a girl!"
"That’s wonderful!" she said. "I’ll bring you some more water."
A few days ago I was standing in line. A man got up and offered me his seat. I said "No, thank you," but still – sweet! Maybe people will begin to take pity on me and I can use this whole pregnancy thing to my advantage. People have surprisingly little sympathy for a chunky chick who looks like she’s about to throw up or who looks a little too desperate waiting in line for the bathroom. However, people have tons of sympathy for a lady with a basketball tummy and cankles.