So, I’m at the hospital, letting my new little nephew wrap his fingers around mine, trying to distract him from the fact that he’s getting a Hep B vaccine.  The nurse gives him the shot, Anderson cries a little, then she looks at me and cheerfully says, “Oh!”  followed by the 4 words no woman who is self conscious about her body EVER wants to hear

“when are you due?”   

“Oh, I’m not.”  I mutter, mortified, in front of my sister, her husband and my mom.   

My mom, later, privately says something to me about, are you sure you don’t have a hernia, this isn’t fat…I can’t even remember…I was so embarrassed even though I know she was trying to make me feel better.   

I mention it to Doug on the way home.  His response, “you know, your body hasn’t been the same since (you gave birth to) Zevan.  It just changed shape.” 

I spent a good portion of the rest of the ride home from Denver trying not to cry.

Guess who went on a 3 mile fast walk / run today when she got home from Denver. 

My emotions want ice cream, but my ego says no.  We’ll see who wins.