Better Have A Big Fat Apology, Part 5

(My fiancé and I are taking our three-year-old son apple picking at a local orchard. I am currently 19 weeks pregnant, and already showing. When we finish getting our apples, we head into the store to see what else is available. We follow another group only to realize just in time that we’re about to enter the wrong door.)

Fiancé: “Oh wait; that’s the wine-tasting room.”

Me: “Oh, well I definitely don’t need to go in there right now!”

(I gesture to my belly.)

Fiancé: “Well, [Mutual Friend] said wine is okay in the third trimester.”

Me: “A lot of studies show that a glass a day is okay, but I really don’t need to be seen chugging a glass with my preggo belly.”

Fiancé: “You don’t even look really pregnant yet. People will just think you have a beer belly.”

Me: “You’re lucky my hormones aren’t in full swing today…”