Thursday, July 11, 2013

Despite my blog title, I'm not fucking pregnant.

So I have exactly 14 pounds to lose to get to my pre-pregnancy weight. You'd have thought that breastfeeding and forgoing wheat and dairy for so long (I'm done with that, thank God) would have whittled the weight right off me. Well, it actually kind of did--I've lost 30 pounds--but since I pigged out a little harder than I meant to during pregnancy, I gained like 45 pounds. Not quite Jessica Simpson baby #1 territory, but close. So I've got a little ways to go.

Still, I think I look mostly okay; I can get away with wearing some of my old clothes, at least the wrap dresses. But for the last several days, I've been getting offered seats on the subway. WHERE WERE YOU BASTARDS WHEN I ACTUALLY WAS PREGNANT? I mean, there were days when I was NINE MONTHS PREGNANT and it was so fucking obvious, and the dude I was standing in front of would take pains to pretend like he didn't see the giant preggo belly in his face. These last few days, the men of New York have become unbearably chivalrous all of a sudden and are falling all over themselves to offer me a seat. I know they are trying to do the right thing, but I can't help it; it makes me angry, it's so humiliating. Worst of all, yesterday some bitch actually gave me the "when are you due?" line.

Are people really that stupid? I didn't think they were, but apparently I was wrong. 

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