"What's going on with your belly?"

My mom often has kind words for me. Though, lately, I can't recall any of them.

Earlier in the week, I sent out a first pic of my growing belly. I'm just under 3 months pregs, and, believe me, this one is making its presence known.

All pregnant women go through an "oh shit, I kind of just look fat" phase in the beginning and I'm finding it truer the second time around. I had another friend describe her second pregnancy as "the worst kept secret."

Turns out, I probably should have done those planks and sit-ups after No. 1 was born ...Alas, I didn't.

 So when I sent the first belly pic to my sister in law and mom, I expected to receive excited, sweet replies. I did -- from my sis in law, who wrote, "This just makes me smile :)"

And then I talked to my mom on the phone who, in the middle of the conversation said, "So, what's going on with your belly?"

"What? It's fine. Why?"

"I just mean it's so big for you not being very far along."

"Well, it's No. 2."

"Yeah, I don't remember that happening to me."

"Lucky you," is what I actually said. But what I wanted to say was, "Fuck you. You were 24 when you had your 2nd kid. I'm closing in on 40. And who says all of these terrible things to their kid anyway?"

She quickly changed the subject back to No. 1, about whom she still has nice things to say.