Sunday, June 14, 2009

No filter

So we went to my SIL's birthday yesterday, and her in-laws were there. Her MIL is old school Italian, and apparently has no problem saying really inappropriate things. She told my BIL that she's 100% positive I'm having a girl because I'm carrying my weight behind - like, in my back and ass.

That's just great. Because I'm pretty sure my ass is the same size it always was - I don't look pregnant from the back.

So she just called me fat. That's great.

I went to the party feeling really cute - I finally have a clearly pregnant belly with the little semi-circular line underneath it - the sure differentiator between too many Happy Meals and housing a little human in there. I started out in the best mood, and then, after her comments (and about 15 minutes of her pointing at me from across the back yard and making bets with the other parents based on my apparently-expanding ass) I was in such a funk. Totally ruined my day.

Honestly - where's your filter? In what world is it okay to tell *any* woman - let alone a pregnant one who is trying to get used to her new body shape - that she's getting fat anywhere?? Not okay lady, not okay.

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