Well, I am back with another dose of weight loss woes. On the upside, yesterday I weighed myself and I lost another 3 lbs. this week. Amazingness, right? I know I was pretty psyched. Even this morning with all my clothes on, I still had lost 2 lbs, so there was some definite scale moving this week.
I was feeling elated.
And then it happened.
I had the opportunity to take Little Man in to Techy's office. Rarely does Techy have a chance to show our little guy off to his peers, and I love the fact that he wants to. So off we went.
And that's when it happened. As we were walking around and showing the little guy off, Techy's boss asked me the dreaded words.
"You aren't pregnant are you?" With a pointed look at my puffy tummy. And then a, "You're sure? Hmmm, I guess it's just the shirt."
OH.DEAR.ANGELS IN HEAVEN ABOVE.
I almost sat on the floor and cried. Right there. In the middle of all his co-workers.
But I held it together. I had to stop listening to anything she said after that. But I managed to not sit in the floor and throw a pity party.
I know she didn't mean it.
But she's 62 years old with a body that I have never had. She probably never had to lose baby weight.
Part of me hopes she was as embarrassed as I was. And part of me knows she doesn't even know she hurt my feelings.
So now, I think I will go sit in the floor and cry about looking pregnant. And then I am going to bed. To dream about not looking pregnant anymore.