This weekend, I was at my friend’s wedding and one of the guests asked, “When are you due?”
Deep breaths… don’t freak out. When my heart resumed beating, I answered, “I’m not”. (Thank you hubby for holding my hand so tight).
The woman promptly apologized, pointed to herself indicating her own fat and said “I should probably know better”. (Yes, you should.)
If only she knew how much deeper this went beyond misinterpreted body fat. If only she knew how hard it was not to make a public spectacle of myself by screaming and crying (that all went on in my head). If only she knew the weight of this question.
Before coming up with my simple, “I’m not”, I listed in my head all of the “due” dates I had in my mind…including 18 months to 2 years which will hopefully be my adoption “due date”. Instead, I answered, “I’m not”.
I thought about my previous post stating that my bloated tummy was probably only visible to me. I guess I was wrong. This pain is on display.
I also thought about other times that I had been asked this question. Most recently by my brother-in-law who knew I was pregnant at the wedding. Even then, even when I WAS pregnant this was a very difficult question for me to answer. I no longer take for granted that pregnancy means a baby.
I’m way over due.