...or young missionaries.
Elder #1: "Wow, Sister Saunders! You look like you're about ready to pop! Aren't you due soon?"
Me: "Nope, not 'til November."
Elder #2: "Can you get much bigger than that?"
Me: *chuckle* "I still have two more months. I've got plenty of time to get bigger."
Elder #1: "Hey, pretty soon you won't be able to fit sideways through the doorway."
In their defense I really am getting big. I have two friends who are splendidly honest and tell me that I really do look further along than I really am. And Kent told me about a woman he saw in the clinic that was due in October, yet quite smaller than I am. The real proof? The fact that I was looking at a picture thinking, "when did I take a picture of Kent from behind?" A few seconds later I realized that it was MY behind I was looking at. When I get motivated I'll have to post a picture of my belly with Taylor compared to my belly now at the same time. I now weigh as much as I did when I delivered Taylor. Of course the two servings of brownies and ice cream that I've eaten today haven't helped...