Pregnant vs Fat?

First things first - I'm pregnant. I have life growing inside me. Keyword: GROWING. I'm aware of this. Therefore, I don't need random people pointing it out or telling me how big I look.

I always dreamed of the day when I would be all cute and pregnant and everyone would tell me how good I look and how I'm just "glowing!" And I would wear the cutest little maternity clothes and be an in-style mama-to-be. Let's get real, girls. Don't get me wrong.. I couldn't wait to see what it was like - the morning sickness (which I so quickly understood), the growing belly, the maternity clothes, the kicking and feeling your sweet child move! I was ecstatic about all of it! Yes, even the sickness. (It was by no means enjoyable, but if throwing up 6+ times a day meant a healthy baby, then bring it on!) And about the glowing? Everyone said my husband glowed. Not me.

I don't mean to be negative, but there's only so much a pregnant woman can take. When you walk into work at 8:00 a.m. on a Monday, and the first person you help says, "are you pregnant or are you just fat?" I. Beg. Your. Pardon.

But it never stops there. Or never stops, period. For example:

"That thing gets bigger every time I come in here!" Yes. Yes it does. Welcome to my every night as I stand in the shower.

"Are you really going to make it until November?"
    "Am I THAT big?"
    "Well, not really. But you have gained some weight."
Yes, I have. I've gained a whole ten pounds because my stomach pokes out so far I can't even tell if I have on underwear.. And when I sit down at my desk at work, my stomach touches the tops of my thighs. And my breasts are so swollen I have to wear a sports bra everywhere I go, including to bed. It's attractive, ask my husband.

"I saw your picture in the paper... all slim & trim." I can't even.

This is possibly my favorite, from my sweet groom..
"What did you eat for lunch?"
"Mac and cheese."
"That's all? That's not very nutritious for Harper. I'm afraid you're not eating enough."
I'm sorry, what?

The one thing that makes me smile and shrug it off is knowing that by Thanksgiving, I'll be holding the sweet child that my husband and I made. That's a gift only God can give, and we serve one awesome God!

I'll end with this.. My husband and I were laying in bed a few nights ago, and I turned to him, concerned about possible stretch marks showing up, and I said, "Will you still love me after my body changes so much?" He looked at me and said, "I'll love you even more. Those stretch marks mean you brought our baby into this world. Without the marks, we wouldn't have a baby." Sweetheart.

Now, excuse me while I go Google 'clever responses to rude pregnancy comments." Watch out, world.