Week 24 and Clueless People

See? Twenty-four weeks!

It's incredible to me how clueless most people are about the stages and details of pregnancy. Disclaimer: I say this, knowing full well that I was among the more clueless just twenty-four weeks ago. Okay, more like thirteen weeks, because I coasted through most of the first trimester figuring that weird things were normal and not really knowing what was going on anywhere with my body.  But I'd like to think that the past, clueless Wendy, when encountering a pregnant lady, would have admitted ignorance and simply said something like, "How exciting! You look wonderful!" And then done more questioning instead of commentary.

Commentary like, "Are you sure it isn't twins? How much bigger can you get before you fall over?"

Much, much bigger. In fact. Just you wait.

That doesn't mean I haven't fallen over. Or off the bed.

Or something like, "You're so tiny! What are you, three months?"

NO. This is Wendy in her large version. Large. And actually, I've gained exactly as much weight as I ought to. I can't promise that the weight gain has come from things like salmon instead of pizza (please, please still be smart, Tiny), but I'm right on the money there.

Or something like, "I couldn't even tell you were pregnant!"

Oh, good, so you thought I was just a fatty. Working in a bakery has made me rather paranoid about this last one. Do the customers know that I'm not just stuffing my face with cookies? Probably not, especially since my butt has grown about as much as my front. I joked to Eric that we ought to start taking pregnancy photos from the rear, too, to see how things are progressing back there. He called me "plush." I can deal with plush. As long as he doesn't mind buying me more skirts so I have more than four outfits.

The thing that gets me is that I'll receive both of these types of comments ("TWINS!" and "really, there's a baby in there?") within several hours of each other. Are some people just much more sensitive to the size of others' abdomens, or do people just cast about for things to say?

Most of these comments really don't irritate me, per se. I simply find it amusing that I receive such varying responses. Then I remind myself that not many people know about the details of pregnancy, and just answer their silly questions. And I like talking about Tiny, to be honest, no matter the excuse. No, but really.