So I experienced the first "hater" of this pregnancy. On Tuesday, I met Jack for lunch at the Royal Exchange. It's usually pretty crowded at lunch, but some of the 2 person booths were open in the back. Here's the exchange:

Me: 2 for lunch please

Hostess: (looking around) we have a couple booths (looks towards booths).

Hostess: (stares directly at my stomach) Ya - That's not going to work. You won't fit.

And today on BART - I was standing directly in front of the seats reserved for seniors, handicap and pregnant women...while 2 guys in their 30's sat there and enjoyed the ride. JERKS! I was basically rubbing my stomach in their faces. I was wearing a maternity jacket...so there is no question that I look very pregnant. I know, I know, I should just say something...but I hate having to boot people from their seats. It would be so much nicer if they did the classy thing and give their seat to the fat pregnant lady. Is that too much to ask?? Apparently it is.

And I had my 7 month Dr.s appointment today. Baby Jack is doing well, lots of kicking and moving around. My visions of only gaining 20lbs my entire pregnancy are basically shattered since I'm on track to gain basically what I gained with Brooke. Boo. I'm just starting to realize that I have to give birth again. I'm going to try to block it out until the last minute.

In other big news...Brooke has been wearing big girl underwear for a solid week! She's been great about going to the bathroom and even though she sleeps in a diaper, she wakes up and tells us first thing that she has to go potty and her diaper is dry! Woohoo!