Tuesday, March 7, 2006
4:16 PM
Last night we went out for some Mexican food and we had a lovely waiter who was very nice. After dinner, he handed us the bill, and then went back to the desk for another mint for me. Because, as he said, I'm "eating for two." (If he brought me two burritos, I wouldn't have minded as much...)
Um, as far as I know, I'm not pregnant (at least not in the traditional sense.) We did talk a bit about the baby over dinner, and Tom claims that the waiter most likely overheard us and made the assumption I was pregnant. But I think the combination of my big sundress and my slouchy posture made me look like I'm "with child".
Let me tell you, that did NOT boost my ego. Today I'm back in running shorts and a little t-shirt. Sundresses are ultra comfy, but I don't feel like LOOKING pregnant when I'm not. Ugh. I guess it's really time to drop those last ten pounds.
GRRRRRRR.
