“So, I was going to tell you that you were all pregnant & glowing yesterday. But then I realized it was probably just sweat.”
Only a true friend could say this to me, make me laugh so hard I almost peed myself for 5 minutes, then live to tell the tale. With a heat index of 101 degrees, it was most DEFINITELY sweat, not a beautiful motherly glow.
& the dress I was wearing? Consistent with cheap maternity clothing that is all the rage, it was double-thick 100% polyester, cloying to my back fat by 10am. But apparently I rock cheap fabric amazingly well, because I received about 20 different compliments on it.
