Apparently, I'm pregnant with my third baby! And it's a boy (excuse me while I have a moment of non-pregnancy induced dry heaving).
Imagine my surprise when I heard this.
GREAT, I MUST LOOK REALLY BLOATED!
That was my first thought. I glanced down at my belly area.
Am I the only mother out there that can instantly look about five months pregnant while pushing her stomach muscles (ahem, fat) out?
It is not lost on me that looking pregnant could be helpful in certain situations.
1) Traffic tickets (although I still scored two during one stop while I was in my first trimester with Little E)
2) Bathroom priority
3) Overall human kindness you experience while pregnant
Anyway, for the record I'm about six pounds heavier than I was when I became pregnant with Little E. I affectionately call it my Karen Carpenter weight. No one told me at the time, but I had become a tad too thin. That's what you get when you combine Weight Watchers and nursing, by the way.
THAT IS THE RUMOR FLOATING AROUND ABOUT ME?
My second thought.
Why couldn't it be something truly interesting and juicy like:
DID YOU HEAR MRS. YOY IS HAVING A TORRID LOVE AFFAIR WITH RYAN REYNOLDS?
YES, THEY MET WHILE HE WAS IN ATLANTA FILMING A MOVIE.
Mr. Yoy and I talked about it, had a good chuckle, and then decided that everyone must be confusing me with Aunt Yoy who is indeed pregnant with a baby boy. It was probably just a case of the classic game, Telephone, gone awry.
At least that is what I'm going to drill into my brain while I do ten thousand sit ups and fantasize about a mommy makeover.
One of my proudest Weight Watchers moments.