So I was in Hallmark with C this afternoon looking for a card for my MIL when an older woman comes up to coo at C. It happens, he's adorable, so I stopped and answered her questions.
Yes, he's big for 13 weeks.
Yes, he's breastfed.
Yes, he sleeps well.
Yes, I'm a lucky momma to have such a great baby.
NO, I AM NOT HAVING IRISH TWINS!!!!!
She seriously patted my stomach and asked if I was having Irish twins. ISHITYOUNOT! I wanted to cry. I have four more pounds to lose. Four. I know I'm a little squishy now, but seriously... that stung. A lot. I'm still sad.
I'm going to go eat cheesecake now. It's obviously not worth it to lose all the weight if I still look knocked up.