Hey, there’s an upside (other than the baby)
I’ve been squeezing into my pants for several months now, due to laziness on the diet moderation front. So tonight at dinner, I realize hey, I can just get into to maternity pants real soon. I’m legit, now.
Problem. When someone says, oh, you’re pregnant, how far are along are you? 12 weeks, 14? 16? I have to say, nope, 4. That’ll be a bit embarrassing.
