Why I loved being pregnant

I was just parusing through pics today of the belly and thinking.. Gosh I loved being pregnant.. One, because I didn't have to suck in my stomach, I have been a life long pop belly.. and two because when people asked me, "Are you pregnant?" I was :) Yes it is a brutal question and I still get it almost six months later.. I have never been good at sucking it in and now with a baby on my hip I let it hang even more.. It is a humbling question though, and I guess a real test of keeping it cool when you want to turn red, start crying and punch whoever asked straight in the mouth.. I had this young dad, who was playing with his daughter really showing off throwing her in the air and making lots of noise (which is cute any other time except that he asked the dreaded question) say to me, "Look what you have to look forward to." At first to me I was like, he means look what I have to look forward to when Giselle is 1 1/2 years like his daughter.. But then he opened his big mouth and said, "So when are you due? What are you 3 or 4 months?" In front of what felt like a line of my whole neighborhood in HollyWood video. I just smiled and politely said, "No I already had her." I tried to be nice poor guy. He didn't know and I hate to hold it against other people because I don't suck it in, but I was thinking, "Freeze right there buddy... Don't you say another word!" But like every well meaning stranger he had to do the back peddle and say, "Oh you must have just had her!" So queue in Marcos, he walks over and hands me our beautiful but hardly brand new 5 1/2 month old :) What can you do? Sit ups?! Yeah, I guess.. But these days I am not very motivated to work out and I am highly motivated to dive into a nice parcel of dark chocolate every night around 7.. Mmmmm... Chocolate ;) The real kicker was when people would ask while I had Giselle in my arms and she was like 4 weeks old.. I would be like, "Damn it lady! Don't you see I just had a baby and right now have the crazy batch of hormones that come with the whole postpartum thing!" Did she really think I was going to break the 'no sex for six weeks' rule just to get a jump start?! How's that for a shot of confidence! :) Then poor Marcos undoubtedly gets the sad look and the, "Do I look pregnant?" Which of course there is only one answer for.. "No baby, of course not.." But then he adds his variation "....You have a chiquitita pancita (which in Spanish means teeny tiny belly) but it's cute..." Bless his heart, although most of the time I would be just fine with, "No of course not." Period. So on the days these sort of questions are presented to us new or old mama's I say, "Hold your head up proud, love your body exactly how it is.. and go find the nearest piece of dark chocolate, it will make you feel better!"