clarification

Have you ever seen When Harry Met Sally? (It's only just one of the most brilliant movies of all time!) Anyway, Mike and I have a running joke that, like Sally, I'm "the worst kind." Here's the dialogue I'm referring to, in case you don't know the movie (in which case you should watch it!):

Harry Burns: There are two kinds of women: high maintenance and low maintenance.
Sally Albright: Which one am I?
Harry Burns: You're the worst kind; you're high maintenance but you think you're low maintenance.
Sally Albright: I don't see that.
Harry Burns: You don't see that? Waiter, I'll begin with a house salad, but I don't want the regular dressing. I'll have the balsamic vinegar and oil, but on the side. And then the salmon with the mustard sauce, but I want the mustard sauce on the side. "On the side" is a very big thing for you.
Sally Albright: Well, I just want it the way I want it.
Harry Burns: I know; high maintenance.
(Thank you, IMDB)

So, along those lines, I was complaining to Mike the other day that no one can tell that I'm pregnant. (Which, of course, goes back to my crazy fear of having yet another missed miscarriage. And which is why I was relieved to have my baby bump "medically confirmed" at our last appointment.) To which he responded that people are probably afraid to comment on my body, ever since my last post about body image stuff.  He contends that my post about getting comments on my body may have either (a) offended people or (b) scared anyone off from ever saying anything about how I look. If that's the case, I sincerely apologize! I merely meant to observe how odd it is to get comments about my body.

So if you want to tell me now that I look pregnant, I would not only not be upset, I would be veritably thrilled (and relieved!).  Yes, I truly am "the worst kind."   :)

(18 weeks)