But my internal dialogue every time I go out is along the lines of "Yes, thats right, I'm pregnant. How clever of you to notice. Due in five weeks, yes thats right, five weeks. No, don't worry, I won't give birth here and now, usually women get some warning when thats about to happen. Yes, yes, its just the one in there. No, no, really, you are the first person to make that excuse for a joke all week, I'm just not laughing because I'm not entirely sure my pelvic floor can take the strain. Yes, of course I know what it is, its A BABY, you annoying nosey loon."
I think I'm turning into a horrible fat harpy and need to go and have a sit down and some more chocolate before any of this mental bitching at innocent people who are only trying to be nice actually emerges from my bitter old mouth.