Mistaken for Pregnant, at the Gym

Yep.  That’s a real thing that happened to me. I’m still processing it. Mulling it all over. Trying to determine if I find this event a) motivating, or b) deflating in my overall efforts to improve my fitness. So here’s how it went down. Never, Ever Ask a Woman if She’s Expecting. Just Don’t. I liked him at first.  He had brought his own towel laced with eucalyptus oil, and had draped it over the steam vent.  I love this effect, and the steam room smelled much better than it normally does.  So I was appreciative.  We were amicable steam room buddies, at this point.  Off to a great start. Then he asks me a question, in very broken English.  An older Hispanic gentlemen, I couldn’t quite make out what he was saying.  He repeats himself, while rubbing his stomach by way of a demonstrative gesture.  And it dawns on me what he is asking. “Is baby coming?” Ouch.  Am I pregnant?  So apparently I look pregnant in my swimsuit.  That’s awesome. I was so stunned at first, I … [Read more...]