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The thing about pregnancy is that the end is so unnerving. I mean, all I could remember from being pregnant with Ben is how awful I felt at the end, so I was quite surprised that I felt good during this pregnancy for about 7 months (illnesses aside) before the misery really began. [...]
From a chunky, short hispanic lady who should have known better:
“Excuse me ma’am. Are you having twins?”
“What?”
“Are you having twins?”
“No, I’m just big.”
“Oh. Well, any day now then?”
“Yup.”
“Oh. (sounds relieved) Because you’re really huge. I mean, I don’t remember how it was…”
“Uh huh.” (I walk off to help her…three year old).
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