Week 28: Inappropriate Usage of the Word "Ginormous"

So here we are in the third trimester, the home stretch, the Time of Waddling and Fatty Grunts.  As I look back on the second trimester, it becomes clear why it is sometimes referred to as the "Good Trimester":  I started to look a little pregnant (as opposed to a bloated lady who just let herself go), I wasn't plagued by the constant feeling of "if I don't eat something right now, I will hurl," I felt more sure of the general "stickiness" of the pregnancy (so there was more joy and less worry), I had more energy at the end of the day, and I had relatively few pregnancy-related aches.

A week or so ago, Z made the unfortunate mistake of trying to lovingly refer to my belly as "ginormous."  To his credit, this event occurred in our home, with only the two of us and the pets around.  I'm not sure if it's made better or worse by the sentence that it was contained in: "At first, I thought that your boobs weren't as big, but now I realize that it's just that your belly is ginormous." As I sputtered, he rapidly tried to assert that (1) he was allowed to use the word "ginormous" and (2) it was meant in a loving way, like, "I love your ginormous pregnant body."  I'm going to call shennanigans on that.  Perhaps there are some sort of pregnancy-related pheromones that affect people in the vicinity of the pregnant lady.  These pheromones could be responsible for many of the ridiculous things that people say as well as the bizarre increase in touching/rubbing by strangers.  I think that the NIH should do some studies ....

Anyhow, here are the pictures.  Feel free to judge for yourself the degree of my ginormosity, but I'd advise keeping your comments to that effect to yourself.

Front view: not terribly ginormous

Side view: maybe he has a point....