Well, at least it's not just me.

I ran into a woman I casually knew from our local grocery store today. She's a nanny now, and was pushing around a stroller with a toddler in it. We chatted about her new charge briefly, and then she asked, "And you're going to have another one too?"

"No," I corrected her, patting my tummy, and ruefully smiled. "I wish." She immediately appologized, and I told her it was no big deal, 'cause really, for whatever reason, today it wasn't. Sure, I then strolled into Safeway and picked up an Oprah magazine and a bag of jelly beans (which lost their appeal after about a dozen -- bleck!), but I didn't immediately come home and burst into tears, which is my normal coping mechanism.

I'm not really gonna rant about lapses in social graces, or anything like that. I dunno. Today it was weird; I whine to myself about eternally looking four months pregnant all the time, and it was almost a relief to hear someone else sorta confirm it for me. Made me feel less like I was losing my mind.

It did cement my new wardrobe plan: I am seriously going to start shopping in the maternity section at Target from now on. Because really, that's the shape my body is. Yes, I've put on weight in the usual areas, but mostly its just my abdomen that sticks out, starting way up at the bottom of my ribcage. At least that way, I won't be bulging out of clothes build for people with much more evenly distributed weight.

Maternity clothes. Ok, maybe I will have a quick cry.