It wasn't funny at the time...

But it is now. Important Author's Note: Keep in mind I never said I thought I was fat. Now read on.

Sunday morning I lost it and started bawling. Why? Always a girl, I was distressed that I had nothing to wear to church. After seeing my 16 week pic above, you may laugh since I don't look like a watermelon smuggler or a manatee (...yet). Yet none of my skirts would zip up. Dave hears me, and comes in, and says, "don't you have anything with elastic?" Nice try. Then he keeps reassuring me that I don't look fat. See "Important Author's Note" above. I cry even more. Gotta love hormones.

But lucky for him, I have only cried twice so far in 4 months; the "none of my skirts fit me day," and the "I MUST have Chick Fil A lemonade right now day." I eventually found a skirt I could hike up past my belly button and still have reach knee length, and zip all at the same time. We finally made it to church, 40 min late. But hey, we made it. Wardrobe malfunction and all.

That night our home teachers came by. I was, of course, off getting a second opinion on maternity jeans from my neighbor Karrie, so I was late. I walk in, and they are sitting and talking to Dave. Then cute Bill (older fellow, previously bachelor, now married, no kiddos of his own), says, "you don't look fat at all." And I wanted to burst out laughing, "I agree."

At least Karrie gets it. She came over that night and I overheard her telling her hubby and mine, that they just had no idea how hard it is for a girl to feel she has nothing to wear. I'm glad she sees the difference between "nothing to wear" and "thinking you're fat." ;) thanks Karrie (you can be my interpreter from now on)...