And went on and on about how big I've gotten, how I am a planet, how much bigger I am than they were when they were pregnant. My one sister gained like 90 pounds with her first pregnancy and 75 pounds with her second. I've gained 22 pounds, well within normal range. My other sister measured big her entire pregnancy. I am measuring right on track at 57 percentile. They just couldn't get over it and spent all of Mothers Day dinner commenting about how big I am. And rubbing my belly like I am buddha. OMG, how swollen your feet and ankles are! (They aren't swollen) OMG, how tiny your boobs look in comparison to your belly! (It's true, my breast size hasn't changed, thank God). And then when I started getting upset, they said "But it's cute!". I don't feel cute. I feel like a huge, waddling, she-beast and my loving sisters spent three hours confirming that feeling for me. I loved the (from one sister to the other right in front of me) "can you believe how much bigger she's going to get in the next five weeks?"
So now I am in a hole of self-pity. Happy mothers day.