Or at least that's how I saw it. I am 35 weeks pregnant today and feeling like Moby Dick on a rampage. As we were sitting down for breakfast ( I had a small serving of plain oatmeal by the way ) we started talking about diet and fitness. We both agreed that I had made great efforts to stay healthy during this pregnancy and was doing really well.
Then out it came, like a sudden attack of projectile vomiting," But you are looking a little bigger these past few days…. " he said… and we were doing so well. As I tried to prevent myself from bursting into a teary, psychotic, and violent rage I said " yea… I am feeling a bit big " lame, I know. I dropped him off at work and then cried myself home on the BQE cursing his name the whole way. I know he didn't mean it, I know that he is in under as much stress as I am, and I know that I am a touch on the emotional side ( just a touch… ) but I couldn't help but feel completely and totally betrayed by this tiny and insignificant statement. I didn't matter what he had actually said because what I heard was " you are a big fat pig" I mean, I am having a baby for god sake !
I hope that I can motivate through today knowing that I am not as fat as I think I am. Please Lord, give me the strength to get through the next 5 weeks without killing my husband.