Sundays have gotten to be very long days in so many ways. I had to be at church two hours early for ward council in which we were talking about activities to encourage unity. The elders quorum president then told about how right after the boundaries changed there was a game night and he realized that Matthew and I weren't that weird after all and that since then we have gotten together a few times even though there is a generation gap. I gasped and exclaimed, "You just called me weird and old in one single sentence!" Generation gap? He is like eight years younger than me! Oh my. I guess I am getting old. When I told Matthew about it he said it probably just seems that way to him since we have kids that are a lot older. Okay, fine.
The comments kept coming, but the pregnancy remarks I am much more used to than the age ones. Here are some things that were said to me just yesterday, in order of appearance:
"Hi there, skinny!" (from an 80 year old man)
"Are you having a baby or did you just swallow a watermelon seed?" (yes, Syndy, the same guy)
"Are you in labor? You look really close."
"Are you having triplets?"
"Do you need someone to bring you dinner? You look SO uncomfortable! I mean, really, I have NEVER seen anyone look as uncomfortable as you do right now."
Listen people, I still have seven weeks to go until my due date, and probably closer to nine weeks to go until the baby decides to make its appearance. Things hadn't gotten this bad with my last pregnancy until I actually had the gall to attend church for the two weeks after my due date. I try to still look cute and be friendly and didn't realize I was emanating pure and unadulterated misery, but I really am not going to be able to handle attending church if people can't just shut their trap! Matthew suggests that I just take Sunday bed rest for the duration. Not a bad idea at all.
One other funny thing that happened at church was that someone came up to me and asked if I had signed the paper she had put in my box. "What box?" I asked innocently. Apparently I have a cubby in the clerk's office and have had no idea for over six months. She showed me where it was and there were all sorts of goodies -- some quite out of date. I am truly lame.
Oh, and I would just like to say "You're welcome," to everyone for being the cause of the temperature dipping to a mild and lovely 75˚. All it took was for us to invest quite a chunk of money in some air conditioners and the weather complied almost immediately. Happy to do it.