I guess I'm really pregnant. Strangers have started to ask me when I'm due. Elderly gentlemen - particularly those veterans over the age of 60 who are being hospitalized for various ailments possible impacting their cognition - don't even blink before asking a young woman if she's pregnant. I'm ready to say, just to gauge their reaction, "I'm not pregnant, I'm just fat!" But I guess I could maybe take it as a compliment, that my body doesn't look like that of a fat person's, but more like someone willingly growing a baby in their belly! I feel great. She's kicking a lot. And she's enjoying the fresh mountain at Tahoe for the snow-less holiday. Life is good.
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