On Sunday after church, a friend of our family came over to Justin and I and said, "I hear congratulations are in order!"
Justin and I looked at each other puzzled and said, "For what?"
"Well, 'cause you're having another baby!!"
"Oh, Joe (an elderly man at church) told me you were pregnant!"
Justin then added, "Oh, maybe that's why my dad called last week to ask if you were pregnant."
So, that's awesome. We go to a very small church and to my knowledge, there isn't anyone who attends right now who *is* pregnant, though I just now realized that the daughter of another member who is also tall and blonde is pregnant, but she doesn't really attend regularly. I'm still not sure whether Joe (whose named has been changed, FYI) was genuinely confused, or whether he thought he was being funny because he is a bit of a prankster. Either way, it totally caught be by surprise.
And of course, my mind went right to "If someone is spreading rumors that I'm pregnant, it's because I look pregnant," and no amount of supportive comments from Justin or friends and family could quell those stinking thoughts. Why does my mind go there? Why can't I just assume that there was some sort of misunderstanding rather than that the impetus for this whole scenario is that I must still look fat and pregnant?
I came home and took a nap. I'm convinced that most of the problems in my world can be solved with a nap. I think I'm okay now....or maybe not, 'cause I still felt the need to blog about it. But seriously? Suck.
That said, I'm hoping that TurboFire (which I had already ordered prior to all this) arrives in the mail today. I could use a good workout, and its too smoky outside to run, being that pretty much all of Oregon is on fire. Anyway...happy Monday everyone!