We went to S’s company holiday party Saturday night. I’ve met a handful of them and know many of them by name and anecdote only. However, while I still have to be introduced to them to be able to put name to face, ALL of them knew who I was immediately. Most of them came up to us and said, “I know who you are! (Point) TWINS!” I have now been defined by the belly. I’m sure they know my name; S tends to refer to me as “my wife, A.” when I’m not around. I guess the belly just pushes that information aside.
There was a woman there who is pregnant with her second child. She’s due two weeks ahead of me and is several inches shorter. If you didn’t know her well enough, you’d never have known she was pregnant. That entertained quite a few people.
I was also the recipient of my first stranger belly-rub at the party. I think I’ve avoided a lot of those because, as S says, I tend to give of strong “stay the fuck away from me” vibes when I’m out in public. I can’t really do that at a party when I’m trying to make sure to make a good impression. It’s strange being an object.
Then, today, I got my first, “You have how many more months? How are you going to make it? You’re HUGE!” comment. Gee, thanks. Speaking of…there’s a 21w photo on the Photos page now.
I just wanted to say that I don’t think you are so huge
I was probably about the same size with my twins. By the end I felt like a Thanksgiving parade balloon, but that’s a whole other story 
Hang in there you look great!
You look mahvelous! If I weren’t sensing that vibe, I’d be reaching for your belly!
I think you look great!
You aren’t huge yet. Huge is still coming. Bwah hah hah!
Don’t people know when to shut up!? I think you look wonderful!
I think you look great – really not huge (yet). Sorry, had to throw the yet in. I’m like the other woman at the party – no one would have even believed I was pregnant at 22-23 weeks.