People seem to forget, when speaking with a pregnant woman, that you should never call a fat girl fat. Perhaps it's because I was so tiny before I became pregnant. Or perhaps people just forget to turn on their censors first thing in the morning, but I find comments like, "are you sure there's only one heart-beat?" heart-breaking. I'm five feet two and weighed less than a hundred pounds five months ago, does one really think that 10 or 15 pounds is going to go unnoticed?
I wake up in the morning feeling beautiful. Even after a restless night, I look in the mirror and stare awe-struck at how my body has expanded and evolved to cradle my son. And yet, an hour later once leaving the safe and restful retreat of my home- my bubble's burst and I question my transformation; have I gained too much weight? do i look uncomfortable? am I ugly? The rational side of me knows the answers to these questions - but I'm not always rational. Especially these days.
People just don't realize the power of their words; especially on first-time expectant mothers souped up on emotions and hormones.