I waited so long to get to the point where I looked pregnant and not just fat. Finally I have arrived. The reason I know is because at a restaurant on Saturday night, as Dan and I moved from our table at the bar to the table we were going to have dinner at, I carried my St. Pauli's girl non-alcoholic beer (still in it's bottle) without a thought of this being a problem. When we were seated the hostess tossed our menues before us and wisked away. Dan asked if I saw how many glares I just got crossing the dinning room, and did I notice that even the hostess hated me.
"My first public judging!", I exclaimed, excited to be showing, to which Dan replied, "I am sure it won't be your last."