It seems I might actually look PREGNANT finally, as opposed to just looking oddly misshapen.  Two women, yesterday, asked me when I was due.

I can’t help but think how fun it would be, one of these times, to recoil in horror and cry, “I’m not pregnant!”

I also worry that if women have started asking me when I’m due, that means people might start trying to touch me soon.  God help the first strange, random person who reaches out to touch my stomach.  I might have to reach out to touch them. Though it’ll probably feel less like a touch and more like a slap.