This line, coupled with the shocked face of a slightly older woman who's on a volunteer committee with me was pretty much the last straw last night. Yes, I'm big but I'm not THAT big, people. September is two months away, which isn't that far, so everyone STFU. I told her she must be related to my grandmother who also feels the need to ask me that every time she sees me. She just got this semi-confused look that I said anything and said, "No, I don't think so." What I felt like saying was, "I'm pregnant. What's your excuse for being fat?"