I am frustrated today. Not at all like my previous, optimistic, happy-go-lucky, cheery post. We went to a tourney about two hours from home, and I took the kids to a museum by myself on Saturday. We were outside playing at the park there when some woman came up and commented on my "next one." It took me a while to actually understand that she thought I was pregnant! I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, honestly! I didn't correct her, just walked away and let her think what she will - she didn't intend to crush my spirits or ruin my day, so I decided not to embarrass her with the correction.

See, I've gained weight, maybe 15 or so lbs, with the steroids but it's not a natural weight gain. Oh no, that would be too much to ask. It is nearly ALL in my belly (and my face), so I kind of do look like I'm 5 or 6 months pregnant lol. My legs look like little chicken legs or something even though they are the same size they've always been. Compared to my big ole belly, they look strange. So on top of the fact that NONE of my clothes fit (I've bought a couple of things to get me through for now, but none of the good stuff fits), and being self conscious already about my appearance and my breathing, this lady has the audacity to comment on my pregnancy? Here is my PSA for the day: If you don't see the baby's head crowning, do not assume a woman is pregnant!

Okay, glad to get that off my chest. Today is a really rotten breathing day, so I'm going to leave it at that and get hooked back up to my oxygen for a while. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.