This morning, while standing in the aisle on the train , I looked around and wondered if anyone might possibly decide that they should at least ask to give up their seat for me. I wasn't really expecting anyone to, and honestly, I don't have trouble standing for the 15 minutes it takes to get downtown, so I don't really mind. But I did notice several people looking at me and I think they were trying to figure out if I was pregnant or if my puffy coat was just particularly puffy.
But then, as I walked from the train station to the gym, the guy selling the Tribunes yells out to me "hey, get a Tribune for the baby." So I guess I do look pregnant, even in the puffy coat.
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