The other day I was shopping at Costco with Sydney and we had the usual fanfare (as in "OH! She is SO CUTE!" and "Wow! She just smiles at EVERYONE! That's wonderful!" and "Cherish this time, they grow up TOO FAST!"). We don't mind stopping to say hello to everyone. On our way out, an elderly lady chatted with Sydney and asked how old she was. I replied that she is nearly eleven months old. I was holding her on my hip with both arms (girlfriend is HEAVY!) and utterly exhausted. Every muscle in my upper body was flexed under the weight of my 24-pound (gone dead-weight-limp) baby girl. And that lady looked down at my belly sticking out - full of the combo pizza and berry sundae I had enormously enjoyed on our way in to the store - and looked me dead in the eye and asked me if I was pregnant. Yes, that's right. The only excuse for a woman holding an 11-month old baby to have any lingering baby weight MUST be that she's pregnant.
And WHERE ARE ALL THE FAT PEOPLE?