lately my belly has grown enormously and there’s no denying the fact that i’m very pregnant. i don’t know if it’s women being polite, but all the women in my office, and several of my friends, say that i’m looking small for seven months (i’ll be seven months by the end of this week).

for some reason, i am taking this as a compliment, that small is good, and just making sure that i’m gaining weight at the rate i should be — which is actually a pound a week, which i’m managing to do just fine.

today, my mom came into the city to drop off some maternity clothes that she couldn’t help but buy when she saw them on sale at A Pea in the Pod. She also brought a five-gallon jar of homemade pickles, or what koreans call summer cucumber kimchee, which you eat with a spoon, the briny pickle juice and all. kind of hilarious for her to haul in from long island bearing maternity clothes and pickles!

anyway, i asked her if she thought i looked on the small side and she said, No! that i looked huge to her — and when she was carrying me she didn’t need maternity clothes until she was six months pregnant and was still barely showing at seven months. she said i was as large as she was when she was ready to deliver!

so, i guess my size is relative to whomever is talking. all is know is the midwife says i’m the right dimension and weight for this stage in the pregnancy so not to worry. so i won’t.